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[theincaprincess]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn more about your mutuals and followers 💕✨

1, My family

2, My pets

3, The sound of pouring rain at night

4, Watching the sunset/rise

5, And the direction my life is currently going in 😁

I’m just awake after a nightshift at work so I’m just gonna tag 10 people instead of searching 😂

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[percywinchester27]

Hey! I wanted to share my admiration for a very special fanfic writer. She is so fantastic in her writing. Her scenes pull you in and make you feel so immersed in the world. The way she writes the characters not only rings true to who they are, but also makes them unique in each scene. I can see myself talking to the character, but instead of just hearing quotes from the show, it is like a genuine conversation with the actual character. Truly! She is just so amazing! Btw, that writer is you! ❤️

In all honesty, every time I think of you, it comes with a strong feeling of “I am too lucky and I don’t deserve you.” That’s the truth.

The majority of the reason that I am any good is because of YOU. You gave me the confidence that I could string two sentences together and make sense out of them. Whether it was writing fanfiction or a Bachelor’s degree thesis. 

I thank my stars a lot for making me cross paths with you. I love you so much, Shanna. You are way to good to me <3

Send me an ask telling me what you love about your fav SPN character/ actor/ blog/ tumblr friend

[mlovesstories]

Man from the Mountains Part 2

Summary: Dean sees YN again. 

Words: None

6 Months Later 

He heard footsteps and crunching of leaves when he was pulling weeds by his front porch.

“YN?” Dean took a deep breath and put his pistol back in its place on his hip.  “What are you doing here?”  

“Came to see how my favorite grumpy mountain gunman is doing.” YN shrugged.  

“Doll, ya can’t just walk up on me like that,” Dean sighed.  “Didn’t you learn that last time?” He crossed his arms. 

“Sorry,” YN chuckled and put her hands up.  The mountain man noticed something in her hand. 

“What’s that?” 

“A peace offering?” The young woman reached out her hand so that he would take it.  As Dean took it, he could smell the cinnamon.  

“Coffee cake?” 

“Yup. Made it myself.  Hope you like it.” 

Impressed but too proud to grant her the satisfaction, he snorted. 

“Thanks…” 

“I know you will eat it because you don’t have stuff like that in your cabin.  Goes good with your cup of joe in the morning, promise.” YN beamed internally.  When he didn’t give a reaction, she took a deep breath and said, “good to see you, Dean.  Have a good day.” YN turned and walked down the hill.  

“Doll,” he called. 

“Yeah?” YN looked over her shoulder.  

“You drove hours to give me coffee cake?” 

She chuckled. 

“No.  Your mean self would not draw me back here.” YN tilted her head. “But I stopped by anyway.” 

He winced. 

“I moved here a few weeks ago.” His eyes brightened, but he tried to hide it. “Don’t worry, it’s not next door.  I know you would not want me too close, but-”

“Stop, YN” 

She closed her mouth. 

“Can you just stop talking for one second?” 

“Bossy,” YN laughed. “What?” She crossed her arms, ready for battle with the man for the thousandth time.  

“You don’t have to make excuses, doll.  It really IS nice to see you.”

“A compliment from the gruff guy? Wow.  I must be moving up in your world.” A Cheshire grin graced her face. 

“You are… so beautiful.” 

“Excuse me?” YN stepped back.  Flustered, she put her fingers to her throat.  

“Doll, you drive me crazy.”

“They say boys are mean to girls they like.  That true?” YN crossed her arms again. Dean looked away.  “I got news for you, mountain man.” 

“What’s that?” 

“It’s not very good manners to do that.” 

“Right,” he sighed submissively.  “Sorry.” 

“So,” she started.  “I don’t know that I feel the same. You were an ass to me after all.”

“I was,” he chuckled. “I really am-”

“You sound like me now with the apologies.  Only I don’t have a gun on your back.” YN raised a brow.

“Can we… start over… please?” 

YN grinned. 

“If we have to…” she held out the last syllable as a whine. “I will go out with you as long as you promise to be nicer.” 

“Promise,” Dean said immediately.  “Scouts’ honor.” He saluted her.  

“Why do I have a feeling you were kicked out of the Boy Scouts?” YN giggled. 

“Because I was. Thanks for the reminder.”  He scratched the back of his neck.  

“Be nice, and I’ll give this a shot, grumpy man.” 

“Really?” He smiled to his eyes. 

“Yeah.” YN nodded.  “If you dish it out, I’m going to dish it back though.  We’re even now.”

“Okay, okay.” He put up his hands with a smirk.  “I will not be terrible…ish.” 

“You ARE terrible.” YN sighed, content.  “It’s settled then.” She turned to walk away. 

“Uh…” he said expectantly. 

She stopped. 

“Yes?” Without turning to face him, YN waited. 

“Can I get your number or…” Dean asked as if it was an obvious next step. 

“Eat the cake, Dean.” YN walked toward her truck and entered it.  After starting the vehicle, she drove down the steep hill.  Her new love interest peered into the bag.  He saw a sliver of paper coming out of the loaf.  

“You are something else, doll,” he said to himself.

@metalfangirl​ @squirrelnotsam

Forevers: 

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@miraclesoflove​ @myopiamystical​ 

@waywardnewcomer​  

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[meganlpie]

She Saved Me

Based on this request:  Would you please write an AU story featuring Viktor Krum and a female reader? Plot idea is that the reader was a Ravenclaw in George and Fred’s year. She had a slight crush on Viktor during the year he was at Hogwarts for the Tri-Wizard Tournament; his accent and manners were what caught her attention. During the final battle at Hogwarts, Viktor comes to aid Harry and those fighting the Death Eaters. The reader saves his life, with a modified spell of his creation, before running off to help others. He searches for her, but all he has to go on is that it was a girl wearing blue and said the spell in Romanian; he could tell she’s a non-native speaker because of a slight accent. A happy ending, please.

Here you are! I do not own ANY HP characters, unfortunately.

Warnings: Fluff! Mentions of the 2nd Wizard War. 

Pairings: Viktor Krum x fem!reader, mentions of other canon couples, but not really present. 

Viktor Krum never imagined he would return to Hogwarts. After the Tri-Wizard Tournament, when he was bewitched, Viktor never wanted to return to Hogwarts. Still, when the world was hanging on by a mere thread, action had to be taken. That was how he found himself back at the wizard school, facing off against dozens upon dozens of Death Eaters. He honestly took on too many and that was how he found himself in the situation he was in.

         A few of the Death Eaters preferred to torture their victims before killing them. Viktor was ended up being one of those victims. He could feel himself growing weaker by the second. But suddenly, it all stopped. In a flash of blue and a rush of words Viktor recognized instantly. His own spell, but different somehow. It was clear the witch casting the spell was not from Viktor's country. The accent was off and the spell had most definitely been altered somehow, but it was his spell.  

         The Death Eaters were gone and then so was the witch. Viktor's brows furrowed, but he had no time to even contemplate going after her. First, he had no idea who she was or even what she looked like. All he had seen was a bit of blue. Second, there were more Death Eaters closing in. They needed to be dealt with first.

*short time skip*

         Viktor let out an exasperated breath as the battle finally ended. It was over. He could return home and the world would be a safer place. He bid Harry Potter and his friends farewell before leaving Hogwarts once more, hopefully for good. He was unaware of a pair of (e/c) eyes watching him, but he would never forget the witch who had saved him. He only hoped that one day he would be able to thank her properly.

         A few years passed. Viktor continued to play Quidditch and develop spells. He lived his life grateful to still have one. In the back of his mind, however, he couldn't shake away the image of that witch. Something about her voice told Viktor that he had at least met her before. He only wished he could have seen her clearly.

         "What is it about this girl?" Harry Potter had asked him once. He was in Bulgaria to watch his wife play with the Harpies against Viktor's team. "She saved me. I just want to thank her," Viktor replied, hoping he was speaking clearly enough. Harry often had a problem understanding him in the past. Harry had simply arched a brow and fell silent, leaving Viktor alone with his thoughts. It wasn't until a few weeks later, and Ron and Hermione's wedding, that Viktor realized why Harry was smiling at him the way he was.

         Viktor was standing outside the reception to get some air when he heard Harry behind him. "Viktor, I'd like you to meet Y/F/N. I think she may be the one you've been looking for." Viktor's jaw dropped slightly as you stuttered out a greeting in his native tongue. You looked positively shy, nervous, and adorable all at once, but your voice was unmistakable. And Viktor had indeed met you before. When he was at Hogwarts the first time. You had helped him in the library and had been just as shy back then.

         "It is you," Viktor said in greeting. You finally met his gaze, head tilted in confusion. "You saved me. All those years ago. It was you." You smiled slightly as your head tilted down again so you were looking at your shoes. Viktor carefully reached out and cupped your chin, encouraging you to look up at him again. "Do I frighten you?" he asked. He had been working on his English for just this moment.  He wanted you to understand him when he expressed his gratitude. You immediately shook your head.

         "N-No. I'm not afraid." Viktor nodded a bit and silence fell between you for a few moments. It was as if the wedding reception taking place in the tents behind you wasn't even there. "Thank you." You blinked in surprise. "For what?" you asked. Viktor carefully rolled up his sleeve to reveal a scar. "For saving my life. This? It could have been much worse."

         "Oh. I-I-It was nothing. I couldn't let you die. Not the great Viktor Krum," you announced with a flourish of your hands and a small smile, making Viktor chuckle. You stared up at him in slight awe. Not the awe of an overwhelmed fan of his, but the awe of someone who had met their soulmate for the first time. Viktor couldn't tell if he was sharing that same feeling or if he was merely grateful for your help. But Viktor Krum never ran away from anything and he wasn't going to flee from the stirring in his heart and stomach.

         "Would you care to dance?" he asked, obviously taking you by surprise when you gasped a little. "Uh, sure." Your hands were shaking a bit as Viktor wrapped his arm around you, pulling you just a little closer. Viktor found that he couldn't look away from your face as you danced together. He was mesmerized by how someone who was seemingly so shy and reserved had also had enough courage to save a man you barely knew.

         The dance ended and Viktor placed a barely there kiss to the back of your hand, his dark eyes riveted on your (e/c) ones. You smiled at him. The butterflies in his stomach kicked up tenfold. He felt like he might be sick, his stomach felt so fluttery.  "Thank you for the dance," you said softly. Viktor grinned.

         "You do not need to thank me for that," he started and then, thinking it was now or never, he continued, "Perhaps…Perhaps you would care to join me for dinner sometime?" Your eyes widened almost comically. "You want to have dinner with me?" Viktor nodded. He couldn't fight the silly grin on his face when you agreed.

         "Wonderful!" he exclaimed in his native language before saying in English, "Perhaps you could tell me how you managed to modify my spell?" You laughed at that. You spent the rest of the night talking, switching between your two languages. As the night wound down, Viktor realized that he hadn't felt as comfortable and at home in a long time. He could get used to that, if you were willing. The very thought made Viktor smile.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[multifandomwriter56]

A Good Dose of Laughter... Or the Lack Thereof

A/N: I’m back! Sorry it’s been awhile. I was having major writer’s block. But I’m getting back into the swing of things. So the bingo challenge I’m in is due on the 31st; so I’m going to be working on that for the next few days. Then I promise I’ll get back to my requests. So obviously this is for @sdavid09​ Tale Teller 2020 Bingo Challenge.

Square Filled: Crack (This is the best I could do on crack)

Summary: Y/n thinks she’s funny; her brothers do not agree. So she tries and proves them wrong.

Characters: Tommy Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Shelby!Reader

Warnings: language, there are some dark jokes (not too dark & I found them on the internet so they’re not mine)

Word Count: 849

“Why do I have to be at the Garrison? It’s not like I get to drink, or flirt with anyone, or have a say in whatever this stupid meeting is about.”

“Who said it was a family meeting?” John asks.

“Tom wanted you there, so you’re going.” Arthur attempts to be firm with his youngest sister.

Y/n rolls her eyes. “Ah yes, Thomas Shelby tells you to jump and you say how high.

John snorts. “You hate being on his bad side as much as Arthur does.”

She shoves her brother, hating the fact that he’s not wrong. She bites her lip to keep herself from smiling when John laughs as he stumbles for a moment from her shove. 

The three Shelby siblings enter the pub and immediately head for the snug. 

“Fucking finally.” Tommy mutters before ordering Harry to bring them a bottle of whiskey. He then turns his focus on his sister, pointing a finger at her. “I told you no.”

Y/n may hate being on his bad side, but that doesn’t mean she won’t defend herself. “Yeah, and I told you I was going with or without you. You’re the one that decided I was going alone.”

“I had a good reason, Y/n.”

“Whatever. I’m here like you wanted.” She plops down next to John and as far away as she can from the man glaring daggers at her.

“Tom, she’s safe. She’s here with her brothers. She’s fine.” Arthur says; ever so the peacemaker.

Surprisingly, Tommy let’s it go. He begins talking to his brothers, ignoring Y/n who’s glaring at the table.

Y/h pretends to not care about what they’re discussing, but she listens to every word. 

When John makes a joke, Y/n frowns. “I don’t get it.”

“Well of course you don’t. You have no sense of humor, Y/n.”

“Yes, I do. I’m funny.” When all three brothers just stare at her in disbelief, Y/n decides she needs to prove them wrong. “So the other day I read that someone in London gets stabbed every fifty two seconds.” She pauses for effect. “That poor man.” She smiles but none of her brothers even look slightly amused.

So she tries again. “If you give a man a match, he’ll be warm for a few hours. But if you set a  man on fire, he will be warm for the rest of his life.”

“That’s fucking sick, Y/n.” Arthur says.

“But it was funny.”

“Hell no.” John disagrees.

“Okay, okay. How about this? I was talking with a man the other day and asked him how his date went. He said the woman left in the middle of dinner. I asked why. He said he told the woman that he works with animals and she thought that was sweet and asked him where he worked. He told her he’s a butcher.” 

“Tommy, make it stop.” John begs.

“Hey! That was funny!”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Yeah Y/n, your jokes are shit.”

“I’m funny.” Y/n protests. She gestures her hand towards her silent brother. “Tommy thinks I’m funny. Don’t you, Tommy?” Her confidence drains when she sees the sympathetic look Tommy gives her before raising his shoulders in a small shrug.

“Am I laughing?”

And he indeed is not. But now her other two brothers are. 

“See little sister, even Tommy agrees.” John says through fits of laughter.

Y/n glares at all three brothers. “You assholes suck. I’m leaving.” She stands to her feet, ready to storm out, but Tommy’s voice stops her.

“Oi! I haven’t forgiven you yet for your little trip to the fair with Johnny Dogs and the Lees.” He points at her before pointing at the booth. 

“This fucking sucks.” Y/n grumbles as she sits back down. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Sit there and sulk, I don’t fucking care. Just stay where I can keep an eye on you.”

Y/n groans, slouching in her seat. It only takes her a few minutes to zone out her brothers, replaying the fun she had at the fair. 

Tommy glances at his sulking sister, feeling slightly bad for her. He couldn’t really be all that mad at her. She had warn him if he didn’t take her, she was going to the fair alone. 

He looks down at his glass, seeing he only has maybe a finger left of whiskey left, he slides it across the table until it’s in front of her.

Y/n’s eyes widen as they land on the glass. She looks up to her brother and smiles when he nods his head. She picks up the glass and takes a small sip. She tries not to make a face at the burn; but at Tommy’s barely noticeable grin, she knew she didn’t hide it well. 

She makes the drink last as long as she can, doubting Tommy will let her have another. 

“So did you hear about the lad who walked into a pub?” She grins as her ears fill with three groans of regret.

Forevers: @beautycinders​ @desiredposion​ @ravenoussss​ @simonsbluee​ 

[writinginatree]

Bowers Gang x female!Bowers!reader - Halloween Night

This is for @sdavid09 's Fright Night Challenge, my prompts were the movie IT and the song Superbeast by Rob Zombie

The bolded parts are the song lyrics

Warnings: Swearing

You all climbed into Belch's Car, with you squeezed in between Vic and Patrick on the backseat.

Once you were all settled and ready to take off you pulled a cassette tape from your pocket, unintentionally elbowing Pat in the ribs in the process, and handed it to Belch.

"What's this?" he asked before reading the handwritten label. "Halloween Songs. Really Y/N, you made a Halloween Mixtape?"

"Yep."

"What the hell would you do that for?" Patrick wanted to know, not too happy about having been the accidental target of your elbow.

"Well, someone had to. It's Halloween for fucks sake, we need fitting music! And since I knew none of you would bother to make a mixtape, I had to." you explained.

The guys only exchanged glances, shaking their heads. They were used to you being overenthusiastic about Halloween, though even after all this time of knowing you they had no clue why you loved Halloween so much. Not even Henry really knew, and, if we're being honest, neither did you.

Belch put in the tape and Superbeast by Rob Zombie started playing.

Shriek the lips across a ragged tongue

Convulsing two agether, sing violently

Move the jaw, cry aloud

Bound up the dead triumphantly

Ragged they come and the ragged they kill

You pray so hard on bloody knees

Ragged they come and the ragged they kill

Down in the cool air I can see

"Good choice." Belch commented.

"Thanks. At first I wanted to use other songs but I reconsidered and mainly used stuff you guys like. But there's still one or two songs you and Hen won't like." You laughed.

Henry elaborated "At first she wanted to put some fucking ABBA song on there."

The others laughed.

"How did you manage to stop her?" Victor asked.

"I didn't, she just realized that there weren't any ABBA songs that have anything to do with Halloween." Your brother admitted.

"Didn't stop her from playing a whole fucking album by them in our room on full volume tho." He added, glaring at you in the rear view mirror.

You, very maturely, responded by sticking your tongue out at him.

Hey yeah, I'm the one that you wanted

Hey yeah, I'm the superbeast

Hey yeah, I'm the one that you wanted

Hey yeah, I'm the superbeast

Stir the limbs across the wrist

Full possession of a memory

Bury me, oh as a dog

Icy hands surrounding me

"Tell me again, why didn't we dress up?" you asked, knowing full well what your brothers reasoning was.

Henry knew you knew, but did you the favour of repeating it anyway. "'Cause we ain't stupid little kids anymore, how many times do I have to tell you?"

"That's not a reason, everyone can wear a Halloween costume, no matter how old you are." you argued.

Henry groaned. "We've had this discussion like a thousand times already, can you drop it? It's too late now anyway."

You sighed. "Yeah, I know... But still-"

"Y/N. Just shut up already, you're just gonna ruin Halloween for yourself if you keep complaining about everything the whole time. Didn't you want to listen to the music or something?" Henry interrupted you.

Ragged they come and the ragged they kill

You pray so hard on bloody knees

Ragged they come and the ragged they kill

Down in the cool air I can see

Hey yeah, I'm the one that you wanted

Hey yeah, I'm the superbeast

Hey yeah, I'm the one that you wanted

Hey yeah, I'm the superbeast

"You're right. It's gonna be a good Halloween even without costumes." you said. "Wanna know why?"

Henry raised an eyebrow.

"Because I can sing along to every song on this cassette and there's nothing you can do to stop me. That's my revenge."

No sooner said than done you started singing.

Shriek the lips across a ragged tongue

Convulsing two agether, sing violently

Move the jaw, cry aloud

Bound up the dead triumphantly

Ragged they come and the ragged they kill

You pray so hard on bloody knees

Ragged they come and the ragged they kill

Down in the cool air I can see

"Well, I don't know what other songs you got on that tape but as long as it's something we know I don't see a problem. 'Cause if we're all singing along you can't annoy us with your singing." Belch said and started singing too, after that it didn't take long for the others to join in too.

You smiled to yourself, after all this was exactly what you had intended. What better way to start of the Halloween Night than jamming out to some good horror music with your best friends?

Hey yeah, I'm the one that you wanted

Hey yeah, I'm the superbeast

Hey yeah, I'm the one that you wanted

Hey yeah, I'm the superbeast

[jayankles]

Feliz Cumple

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 556

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday and all you have to do is go shopping for your dog and the Core 4 because of a lost bet.

Written for @sdavid09 / @goodthingshappenbingo

Squares Filled: Fluff / Childhood Friends

This morning you woke up with a pep in your step. You were a year older but you felt good, you felt happy. Your puppy had managed to worm his way into your bed. Even though you didn’t love the wet licks to your cheek, you couldn’t help but laugh and stroke your excitable baby.

Making quick work of getting dressed - just a comfortable outfit with your most loved pair of sliders - you made your way downstairs to greet your mom, who had just been caught hanging your birthday banners.

“Mama, c’mon, you know I don’t need those.”

“Oh shush, you know this has been a tradition ever since I was a little girl and your abuelo raised me. I loved putting these up.” Your mom said, a smile on her face before she came over and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.”

“Gracias, mami.” You went to the fridge, pulling out a carton of juice, pouring some of it into a small glass. “Oh, I need to run to the store soon, Zeus ran out of dog food and I promised the kids I would take them to the store. I lost a bet and I’m not gonna bitch out now.”

“That’s okay, mija. I need you out of the house anyway. You’re a slob so I need to clean.”

“Rude but I can’t deny the truth. I could always ask the kids to help you, they love you for some unknown reason.” Your mouth hung open as you mocked your beloved mother but you did enjoy teasing each other, it was probably why you hadn’t killed each other yet.

“Alright, smartass. But give them a call, ask and don’t demand. It is your birthday after all, they might listen to you.”

*

You came back with a few bags in each hand, you were pretty sure that if you didn’t put these bags down anytime soon that you would lose feeling in your hand or lose your hand. Stepping into your home, you noticed that your mom’s music was blasting through the house. She must be busy cleaning still.

Quickly putting away the groceries, you danced around the kitchen, singing along to the upbeat song that you grew up listening to. “Mamá, volví. ¿Dónde estás?”

When you got no answer back, you went in search of your family. You were almost about to give up until you heard something in your backyard.

“Surprise!” Jumping, you laughed as you saw all the familiar faces of your family and friends

“How did I not see this coming?”

“Because you’re a big dope.” You heard from behind you, the voice almost enough to make you cry. 

“Oscar! What the fuck!” You hadn’t seen him in forever, it had been way too long since you had seen your friend.

“What? No hug?”

Oscar held his arms out for you to run into them, it was so weird running into his arms, they were bigger this time. You shouldn’t have noticed but you couldn’t help it, he had grown up.

“Missed you, Oscar.” You whispered, breathing him in and squeezing him a little tighter.

“Don’t worry, mamas.” His hand comfortingly pressed to the back of your head before he pressed his lips to your forehead. “ I missed you and your fine ass, too. Feliz cumple, bebe.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Bucky x reader - three years apart

This is for @sdavid09 Halloween writing challenge the Prompts are Movie: Casper and song: bring me to life

A/N: so I was a bit stuck on this so I decided to throw in some Soulsmate stuff inspired by an anime I love “Your Name”, Its not really Halloween or spooky but I really love how it turnt out!

Oh how the world was so cruel at times. So horrid to connect two souls together. You loved the idea, until you realised that you both weren’t in the same year.

The first time it happened you didn’t know what to do. One night you went to sleep in your bed, and the next you woke up to completely different room.

Your heart raced as you slowly sat up, eyes looking around the room, it was a nice room you’d have to give it that, but it wasn’t yours.

You slowly stood up and glanced around, eyes landing on another door you carefully walked over and slowly pulled it open.

Stepping into the bathroom and determining it was safe, you stepped in front of the mirror and nearly screamed.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Leading you down, into my core

Where I've become so numb, without a soul

The eyes looking back at you weren’t your own. They were cold blue, tired and worn. Almost emotionless.

“Wh... what... h.. how...”

The voice was gruff and deep, void and nearly all emotion.

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

You stood there in front of your shambles town, the distant memories playing through your head on repeat.

It was the only thing that kept you happy, but at the same time it was what tied you down to this place.

A memory of someone you once knew and loved, who doesn’t know what happened to you.

Your ghost simply just standing here alone day in and day out.

Until you find it there, and lead it, back, home

Bucky stood in front of the mirror, starring at the lively (E/C) eyes that stared back at him. He was confused to say the least.

“What...?” He whispered.

A phone started ringing making him jump, heading back into the bedroom, he picked it up and examined the name.

Wake me up inside

Bucky never recognised it so he ignored it and after the call ended a text came through.

‘You’re going to be late for work!’

Work? Bucky didn’t know what was going on let alone where this body worked. He gazed around the room completely lost until his eyes landed on a uniform, and a tag that he picked up as he walked over.

(Y/N).

Wake me up inside

You turnt away from the Murrow and stood in the bathroom door completely lost.

“Bucky?” Another Male voice called walking in.

A blond man came in and just stood there, when he noticed you, or rather the man’s body you were in he smiled.

“Ready?”

“For.. what?”

The man laughed and shook his head, crossing his arms.

“Training.”

“Oh.. right... yeah..”

So that was his name.

Bucky.

Call my name and save me from the dark

You woke up.

Bid my blood to run

Bucky woke up.

Before I come undone

The life you lived was just a memory of some faint dream.

Save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without

Weeks slipped by, and you both learnt what you could about each other. You left each other notes in your phones about what you did.

Things you could and couldn’t do or say. What you had to get done during the days. You made it easier on yourselves.

You can't just leave me

Then suddenly the changes stopped.

Both you and Bucky waited a few days but nothing happened, that’s when you both decided to search for one another, how hard could it be.

Breathe into me and make me real

You knew where Bucky lived, or at least the city. So you headed there, you always wanted to go to New York.

Bring me to life

And Bucky decided he was going to head to your town.

Wake me up inside

It was a long trek for you both, trains and busses mainly. But as you made it to New York you couldn’t help but stare in wonder and amazement at everything as you slowly made your way around.

You knew Buckys daily routine now, so you got on the subway to Brooklyn and carefully stepped off as you arrived. Eyes scanning the station as you left when a familiar figure looked in front of you.

“Bucky!” You smiled.

The broody man turnt around and gazed at you with an emotionless look. He stared at you for a moment.

“Do I know you?” He asked.

“I...” you trialled off.

Did he forget already?

You didn’t know that for Bucky this was three years before the swap. You didn’t know you were three years behind him. You thought you lived in the same time.

The sound of the announcement of a train departing cut your thoughts and you watched Bucky head towards the train so you trialed behind and stood there looking at him sadly.

He quickly spun himself around to face you.

“What’s your name?!” He ruses out.

Ripping your necklace off, you reached out, and he did the same fingers brushing each other’s as the doors started closing forcing you to bring your hands back.

Wake me up inside

Call my name and save me from the dark

“My names (Y/N) (L/N)!” You yelled just as the doors closed.

Bid my blood to run

Bucky soon arrived near your town. There was a bus stop about 20 minutes walk away, so with a smile he happily walked there.

But as he got closer his smile dropped, caution tape and faces where everywhere. He sprinted towards them, nearly crashing into them as he stopped, his fingers curling into the metal as he looked below.

A destroyed village, pieces of a life that was once there.

“It was destroyed by an earthquake...” a soft voice whispered.

It was a voice Bucky recognised instantly. Having spoke in it so many times before.

Slowly he turnt around, the sun setting over the horizon and there stood you, figure barely able to be seen.

Before I come undone

“(Y/N)...”

Save me from the nothing I've become

“Bucky...” you smiled softly.

Bring me to life

Bucky felt his heart breaking. He’d grown so close to you, he’s grown to love you.

“How...?”

“I died that night.” You whispered, “three years ago an earthquake hit. No one knew about it, absolutely no one.”

Bring me to life

“You died...”

You nodded your head and took a step closer so you were toe to toe with him.

Frozen inside, without your touch

Bucky could feel the coldness radiating from your ghostly form. He tried to reach out but his arm went through you, cold over taking it until he pulled back.

“Why an I see you...?”

“It’s called twilight. A moment everyday in which the boundaries of two words collide. It’ll be over soon.”

Without your love, darling

“It.. it can’t be!” He rushed, “I... love you...” his voice cracked.

Only you are my life

You smiled softly, raising a hand to his face before letting it trail down to the necklace on his neck.

“You kept it.” You laughed softly.

Bucky furrowed his brows, eyes turning down to look at the necklace. Then it clicked.

Three years ago.

Among the dead

You came to see him before you died.

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems

The golden rays of sunlight started to fade, and you smiled sadly.

“It’s nearly over.”

Both of you stood there watching the sun setting, and just as the final rays hit the earth you spoke again.

“I love you too Bucky.”

Got to open my eyes to everything

Buckys eyes shot open, he spun around to you but you were gone. He stared there for minutes.

“Why am I here?” He asked.

He looked around but nothing came to mind, so with a small shrug he headed back to the bus stop.

You trailed after Bucky, he may not be able to see you, but you wanted to stay with him.

Don't let me die here

You would try to talk to him, but he’d never hear you. It had been weeks since that day but you never forgot, he did. Until tonight.

“Bucky..” you whispered, “Bucky...”

Your soft voice reached his ears, but he couldn’t place it, or where it was coming from. He simply went to bed.

“Goodnight Bucky.” You sighed.

“Goodnight (Y/N)...” he grumbled half asleep.

Bring, me, to, life

Buckys eyes opened, but he wasn’t in his room.

It was yours.

And he remembered, tonight was the night you died.

‘Save me Bucky... please...’ your voice radiated in his head.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled.

Wake me up inside

All day he planned to save you, every single minute was carefully planned.

Wake me up inside

He wasn’t going to just save you, he was going to save everyone.

Call my name and save me from the dark

As he ran, the day early ending his mind went blank again.

‘What’s your name?’ He thought, ‘what’s your name?!

Bid my blood to run

Before I come undone

Your eyes slipped open, the morning light hitting your face as you looked around. Everyone was crowed up the hill, the town below you in shambles.

But you could remember anything.

Save me from the nothing I've become

You moved to New York and everything seemed like a memory. A nameless face in the back of your mind.

A name that never came to mind.

Something you couldn’t find.

Bring me to life

It’s like you were chasing something you knew you need but didn’t remember.

Bring me to life

As you walked down the quiet street you felt it, the small pull that made you stop alongside a man who also stopped.

The pair of you slowly turnt to face each other.

“Do I know you?” He asked.

Bucky looked you up and down, why did he feel pulled towards you? Why did he feel like he knew you from somewhere?

What was your name?

“Perhaps you do.” You mused, “you do look like someone I know. But I can’t remember a name.”

“What’s your name?” He asked, “I’m Bucky Barnes.”

Bring me to life

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

[mlovesstories]

Retired and Tired

Baseball Player!Dean x female!reader

Dean is a great baseball player whose value diminishes after he retires, or so he thinks. 

AN- I have almost 1000 followers! I don’t know how you all are interested in my writing, but I greatly appreciate it! Wanted to say thanks and post something to show my gratitude.  

Warnings: none, maybe depressive feelings

Words: none. 

“I got signed.” Dean smiled ear to ear.  

“You… you what?” YN asked, not really asking.  In shock, she took a gulp of air.  “I- I didn’t even know you tried out.” She took a step back from his embrace.  

“I know.  Surprise!” Dean grinned again, but his face faltered when he saw the disappointed expression.   

“You didn’t even talk to me about it. It affects us both, you know.” She whispered.  

“I- I know, but I thought you would be happy for me.” 

“I am, I just- I want to discuss something like this first.  It will affect our lives continuously over the next few years, if not more.  If we stay together.” 

“What? Of course we will stay together.”

“But what about what I want?”  YN crossed her arms while taking a deep breath.  

________

1st Pro Game

“Have a good game.” YN smiled.  Not wanting to have him get a hard time from his teammates, she subtly winked at Dean rather than kissing him.  “Catch ya later.” 

“Bye, sweets,” he whispered.  

_________

Last Pro Game

“Have a good game, Winchester.” YN kissed him over the fence and went back to her seat with tears in her eyes.  

I’m so proud of him.  

“Hey, champ!” YN greeted her husband after the game.  

“We didn’t win the championship this year, silly.” He engulfed her with his large body and muscular arms.  

“You’re my champion though.” YN whispered in his ear.  

YN saw Dean fading.  He wasn’t adjusting to retirement well over the next few months.

“Babe,” she rolled over in bed to see a forlorn look on his face.  “What can I do?”

“Huh?” Dean turned to face her after putting his reading glasses down.  

“You’re not yourself.  You aren’t here.” 

“I’m right here…?” 

“Your head isn’t.” 

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not though. I see you hiding.”  After a beat, she took a deep breath. “Retirement is not what you thought it would be. Would you agree with that?” 

“Umm. Yeah.  I would agree with that.”  

“I’m gonna ask you something else.” She scanned his face.  “What can we do to get you out of this funk?” 

“A purpose.” 

“Excuse me?” YN tilted her head.  

“A reason to get up and do something.” 

“Ah.” YN nodded.  “Good thing we think alike.”  She smiled. 

“What did you do?” He grinned. 

___________

“Win! Win! Win!” 

The retired baseball player walked into an indoor baseball field.  His eyes lit up as kids lined the field, clapping for him and yelling his nickname. 

“Welcome to the Dean Winchester Baseball Clinic,” YN nudged him.  “You are going to teach these kids how to play baseball.” 

He turned to her wide-eyed.  

“What?” 

“You are a fan favorite, and you need a purpose.  So, here is your new purpose.” YN stepped back so that he could see the practice facility full of fans.  

“Babe-”

“Go up to bat.  Promised those kids you would put on a show.” She winked.  “Catch ya later.” 

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[meganlpie]

First Date

Based on this request: Could I please request a Snape x reader one? They are having there first date and everything goes smoothly. Maybe at the end they are having there first kiss too? Thanks :)

Here you are, lovelies! I do not own Severus. He is Rowling’s property, I’m afraid. 

Warnings: Fluff...a kiss without asking, but then apologies, because consent is sexy. 

Pairings: Severus Snape x reader

When Minerva had approached him about dating, Severus had been reluctant to say the least. Now that the war was over and he had healed from his injuries, he was busy trying to make amends where he could. He was no longer a teacher at Hogwarts and not many people wanted to work with a former double agent so that left his days fairly free. But it also meant that Severus was wary about meeting new people. He never knew who was out for revenge for Voldemort.

         Still, Minerva was persistent and Severus finally agreed. That was how he found himself in a booth near the fireplace in The Three Broomsticks. No one bothered him there, but his date knew where he would be. Until they arrived, Severus was content to stay warm by the fire, sipping his butterbeer. No one but Madam Rosmerta knew, but he really did enjoy it. It was one of the few sweet things he liked.

         The door of The Three Broomsticks opened, letting in the chilly winter air. Severus didn't bother to look up until he heard someone clear their throat. "Severus? Severus Snape?" Severus stiffened a little as he looked up. You graced him with a small smile. "Hello. I'm Y/F/N." Severus gave a little nod in greeting before you sat down across from him.

         "I must apologize," you said after a moment, "My godmother can be quite persuasive. I don't usually date people I don't know." You let out a light laugh, making Severus relax a little. At least he wasn't the only one slightly ill-at-ease. "Yes. I worked with Minerva for many years. She can be quite meddlesome, but she means well." Severus snapped his mouth closed. He'd just spoken ill of your godmother.

         To his surprise, you merely laughed again. "Believe me, I know that better than anyone. She thinks I need someone to love for me to be happy. She once set me up with Hagrid. Nothing against the man, but he's a bit too wild for me. I prefer quiet evenings in, not traipsing around after magical creatures." Severus felt his shoulders loosen a bit more. Maybe Minerva knew what she was doing after all.

*short time skip*

         It took a while, but Severus was finally able to open up a bit, especially after you told him that, of course, you knew who he was. You knew what he had done, but you never once looked at him in disgust or like he'd betrayed you. "I believe in second chances," was all you'd said when he asked you about it before the two of you relaxed into easy conversation.

         Much to Severus' surprise, the two of you ended up staying in The Three Broomsticks much longer than expected. You didn't seem to care either. You were content listening to Severus' voice as he spoke and Severus found himself hanging on your every word. It was nice; the most pleasant evening Severus had in a long time. He didn't feel the need to hide himself as he had been forced to do for so long. He felt…free with you.

         The clock on the wall sounded off another hour, prompting you to glance up at it. "Oh. I didn't realize it was so late. I should go. I'm expected to work tomorrow." Severus felt himself frown and you chuckled lightly. "I feel the same. I would much rather stay here with you. However, St. Mungo's needs all the healers it can get. I had a lovely time, Severus."

         You stood and Severus did the same. "Allow me to escort you, Y/N. It still isn't completely safe." You smiled at him, knowing that wasn't true in the slightest, but nodded anyway. "I'd like that." Severus followed you out, grabbing his warm cloak and scarf along the way.

         Once outside, you held out your arm to Severus. "I Apparated. It's much quicker, although walking is an option as well." It took less than a second for Severus to decided on walking. After all, he wanted to spend more time with you. The smirk on your face when he'd said it told him that you knew that too. You were playfully teasing him, but for once it didn't bother him. This was a good teasing. Better than what he'd endured growing up. He enjoyed it.  

         As you walked toward your home, the two of you continued your conversation. Even though the air was freezing, you walked slowly and deliberately. Neither of you wanted to night to really end. In you, Severus found a connection with another person. He hadn't felt that since he was a child. In him, you found some you could really talk to. Minerva had indeed known what she was doing when she paired the two of you up.

         When you reached your home, you turned to Severus. For the first time all evening, there was a frown on your face. "I suppose this is goodnight, then." Severus nodded. You gave him a sad little half smile. "I hope to see you again, Severus. Really I do."

         Severus didn't reply. He was staring intently at you. Part of him was waiting for the shoe to drop. He hadn't done anything to deserve such a nice evening. And, even if the two of you continued seeing each other, who's to say it would last? Severus let his mind run away with him for a moment before he felt something slightly warm against his cheek.

         He froze as realization hit him and his face heated up about a hundred degrees. Those were your lips on his cheek. You pulled away, looking slightly embarrassed, but were smiling again all the same. "Get out of your own head, Severus. I mean it. I really enjoyed myself tonight and I'd like to see you again." Severus gave a nod. His eyes refused to leave yours. "I'm sorry," you whispered, "I should have asked first."

         "I-Thank you," Severus said, cursing himself for stuttering. He was a grown man, not some teenager, "It took me by surprise, but-"

         "I know. I'm sorry." You glanced at him sheepishly. Severus very carefully reached out his hand to take yours. It was your turn to be surprised as Severus didn't seem like the kind of man who initiated affection. The two of you stared at one another and, despite the chill in the air, you both felt a warmth that no coats, scarves, or even fires could duplicate. All-in-all, an almost perfect first date.

(I hope you like it!)

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[multifandomwriter56]

Even Bad Days Can Get Better

A/n: This is for @sdavid09​ Tale Teller’s 2020 Bingo Challenge. So I know it’s not really cannon for Tommy to have a platonic relationship with a woman; but it’s real here.

Square Filled: Non-Romance

Summary:  Y/n works for Tommy Shelby and she has a bad day. Tommy knows and tries to make her feel better.

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Platonic!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions death of a family member, set in S5 (no spoilers, I think) 

Word Count: 863

"This day couldn't get any worse." Y/n says to herself for the fourth time that day. 

First, her cat had escape from her flat which caused her to be late for work. Her boss, Thomas Shelby, had not been pleased since they had a meeting that morning.

Second, all her paperwork had scattered across the floor when she went to pick it up in a rush off her desk; which made her even more late. The tension in the air while she re-organized the papers as Tommy smoked a cigarette, staring at her the whole time, was brutal. 

Third, she pissed off Lizzie because her meeting with Tommy went late, so apparently he was short and easily angered with Lizzie during their meeting. 

And now she found out her grandmother, the woman who raised her, had passed away in her sleep last night. 

So now, here she is, at her desk trying to work when all she can think about is that fact that not only does her boss hate her, his wife does as well: and on top of that she lost her last family member. 

She drops her hands from her face when Polly snaps a “Get back to work, Y/n!” at her and places them loosely on the typewriter in front of her. She knows the older woman isn’t mad at her, but her tone makes her want to cry; but she doesn’t.

She decides to skip lunch and keep working, hoping that will win her some points with the Shelby clan. 

As she was wrapping up her paperwork, Tommy comes storming through the doors and without glancing at her, calls her name and opens the door to his office.

Y/n closes her eyes, holding back a groan. He’s going to fire her. 

She slowly stands to her feet and makes her way to his office. She closes the door behind her; an apology on the tip of her tongue, but her throat tightens when he shoves a glass of whiskey in her hand. 

“Sit, Y/n; please.”

Oh fuck, he said please. She’s so getting fired.

She sits though, determine to take the bad news gracefully. Nothing could beat the fact that she lost her only parental figure today. She waits patiently as Tommy takes a seat and lights a cigarette. He offers her one and she willingly accepts with a whispered ‘thank you’ as she brings the death stick to her lips.

“I’m sorry for you loss, Y/n.”

Y/n stops mid-exhale at his words. “You’re sorry? For my loss?”

Tommy nods. “I heard about your grandmother’s passing. I recall you saying she was the one to raise you?” Y/n nods. “Why didn’t you ask to leave early?”

She huffs a humorless laugh. “I didn’t think you would ever let me do that; especially after this morning.”

She figured the man would smile at her words, or at least express amusement; but she’s surprised to see hurt grace his face. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to offend you, Mr Shelby.”

“I supposed it’s a fair assumption. Nevertheless, next time you need to leave early, ask me.”

“You’re not firing me?”

“I can’t afford to fire you. My diary would be a fucking mess. Ever since my wife cut back from working, to take care of the children; I’ve completely relied on you to keep my meetings straight.”

A cocky smirk spreads around the cigarette. “I’m that fucking good, eh?” The smirk turns into a genuine smile when the man chuckles. 

Tommy gulps down the glass of whiskey in one go; his face once again serious. “You’re done for the night and I want you to take off for the rest of the week. I know you’ve updated the diary for the rest of the month, so don’t worry about that.”

 Y/n doesn’t know what to think about her new caring boss. Should she be grateful for the time off? Or should she be offended that he believes she’s weak and needs that much time to grieve? The idea is appealing, she can’t deny that. She just wants to go home and cry.

“I don’t think you’re weak, Y/n. I think taking time and grieving is in order.”

“What are you? A fucking mind reader?” She mutters.

Tommy grins. “Yes.”

Y/n returns the grin, before letting it fall. “Thank you, Mr Shelby. I really do appreciate this.”

“Tommy.” He nods his head; his way of saying you’re welcome.

“Thank you, Tommy.” 

He takes a moment to think carefully over his words. “You’re family, Y/n. I know you’ve seen a lot; both business and personal related. I’m grateful you’ve stuck with us these past five years.”

Y/n mulls over his words, soon realizing the Shelby’s are her family. “You crazy lot are my family as well.”

She smiles when he clears his throat; clearly uncomfortable with how sincere the conversation has turn.

She tips the head back, following Tommy’s example with drinking the whiskey in one gulp. She stands to her feet, setting the glass on his desk. “I guess I’ll see you in Monday.”

“See you Monday, Y/n.”

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[writinginatree]

Sam and Dean Winchester x sibling!reader - Can we get a dog?

This is my One Shot for @sdavid09 's Bingo Challenge

Word Count is a little over 600

Sitting in the backseat of the Impala you look out of the window and listen to Dean's cassette tape playing. When you stop at a red light you suddenly perk up.

"Dean, look!"

"What is it Y/N? I'm driving."

Dean only spared you a glance before he turned back around to wait for the light to turn green, but Sam turned around and followed your pointed finger.

His eyes met a building that appeared to be an animal shelter, in front of it was a enclosure and in it a dog that you were pointing at.

"Look how cute it is Sammy! It looks so sad, I want to get it, can we please?"

Now Dean looked out the window too to see what you were talking about and sighed

"No, we can't. We really don't have time for a dog."

You pouted, but the traffic light was already turning green and Dean was driving on. Still you tried to convince him.

"Yes we do! We-"

Dean interrupted you

"Y/N please. Not this again. We've had this discussion a dozen times already and I wont change my mind. We are not getting a dog."

You looked at Sam for help but he agreed with Dean's arguments

"Look, what would we even do with the dog while we're on hunts? It would have to stay alone for days!"

But you had already thought of that

"We could just take it with us!"

"But it's dangerous, Y/N what if it got hurt? And I don't know if dogs are even allowed at motels. It would only be in the way."

Now Dean chimed in again "And I will absolutely not allow a dog in my car! It would get it all dirty!"

You were getting frustrated

"Dirtier than we do when we're covered in Blood and stuff after a hunt? And we could train it, it wouldn't be in the way! Did you know that it's very likely that dogs and cats can sense Ghosts? It could help us!"

"Where the hell did you get that from?! I'm sure that's bullshit, right Sam?"

"Well, actually I think she's not wrong. According to Scientific studys-"

"No. Stop. You're supposed to be on my side! We are not getting a dog and that's my last word, so get that idea out of your head." He gave you a quick look through the rearview mirror.

You only glared at him and grumbled in answer.

Later Dean stopped at a gas station, you and Sam stayed in the car.

You asked him "What if I asked for a Dog for my Birthday?"

"I don't know Y/N. I doubt you can convince Dean."

"But you're on my Side, right?"

Sam sighed

"I'd rather stay out of this whole discussion. I mean I understand that you want a Dog, and yeah I would like that too. But our life just isn't exactly fit for having a dog."

You huffed. "So you're on Dean's side."

Before Sam could answer Dean was back and you drove on in silence.

You couldn't get Sam's words out of your head Our life isn't exactly fit for having a dog. But there were other kind of dogs. Dogs that would fit right into your life. Of course a Hellhound wasn't exactly something most people would like as a pet but hey, you weren't like most people. And you knew they could be tamed, you'd just have to ask Crowley for one.. You knew he had a soft spot for you, the youngest Winchester. You weren't sure but you assumed he would be willing to give you one for your birthday.

Sure, Dean would like the idea of an Hellhound even less than a normal dog, but.. Did he have to know?

[jayankles]

Not a Dancer

Pairing: Thomas Magnum x Reader

Word Count: 545

Summary: The gang takes you to Rick’s where the drinks are on the house and you can’t stop until Magnum pulls you down and takes care of you.

Written for: @goodthingshappenbingo​ / @sdavid09​

Squares Filled: Sleepy Nuzzling  / Reader Insert

Thomas Magnum wasn’t a dancer. At least, that was what he told you and for a long time you believed it. That was until a slow song came on in Rick’s bar. You were spending your birthday with your friends and colleagues. Of course, being friends with a bar owner, your drinks were on the house.

You felt the warmth of the buzz coursed right through you, you needed this night, you had been wanting this night to come for a long time. You had danced, your hips swaying to the happy beat, TC being your dance partner for the moment since Rick was with Juliet and Magnum hadn’t plucked up enough liquid courage to join the four of you on the dance floor. TC was the perfect partner for the upbeat songs, swinging you in his arms. 

It wasn’t until he had twirled you one too many times that you asked Juliet to step in for you, you thought you needed a bottle of water to chill the buzz you had. 

"So are you going to join me anytime soon, or are you just going to leave me hanging?" You slurred, taking the bottle of water from Magnum, sipping at it through the straw. 

Magnum rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand so he would prevent you from falling over. “I’ll be there when you need me. Sit with me for a while, finish your water then we can do whatever you want.”

You leant against Magnum’s shoulder and you felt him shift, you thought he was going to push you off of him but he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “You’re so comfy.”

“That’s how I know you’re drunk.” He laughed, sitting back and sipping at his beer.

“I’m not that drunk, Thomas, it’s the truth. And this water is really helping, do you have any nachos? Oh, can I have some please.”

You didn’t wait for an answer, reaching forward and popping it into your mouth. They were delicious. You had to have more because they were doing a pretty good job of sobering you up. Knowing the people around you made you glow on the inside, you couldn’t have been more thankful to have these incredible people around you. 

“You feeling any better?” Magnum asked and you perked a little, swinging around in your seat not noticing the change in his face and the music. 

“Yeah, much better. Thank you for taking care of me, you’re good at that.”

He nodded, a genuine smile on his face. Standing, he held out his hand for you to take, you took it with no hesitation. He placed your hands around his neck, his hands dropping to your waist.

“I thought you couldn’t dance.” Smirking at him, your head dropped to his shoulder, nuzzling into it as you tried to get comfortable, sleep threatening to take you down.

You felt him chuckle beneath you, “I didn’t say I couldn’t I said I didn’t but I can make an exception for my favourite person in the room. Consider it a birthday gift.”

“I’d be happy to dance with you for the whole night.”

Thomas Magnum wasn’t a dancer. But he would gladly dance with you forever if he had the chance.

[meganlpie]

My Champion

Based on this request: How about some mutual pining with viktor, he and reader have been childhood friends, she goes to Hogwarts while he goes to Durmstrang, they send owls back and forth keeping in touch, when he tells her that he’ll be attending the triwizard tournament, she feels her heart sink cuz of the danger, but says that she’ll show him around the school and that she knows that he’ll come out a champion. Reader is taken instead of Hermione and mutual feelings are revealed!! Throw in as much fluff as you can cram into this pls! from @gollyderek​

Here you go, lovely! I do not own Viktor. He belongs to Rowling.

Warnings: FLUFF!!! All the fluff! a little angst? Possible incorrect translations. First time writing Viktor Krum

Pairings: Viktor Krum x fem!reader

You chuckled quietly to yourself as Ron practically drooled over Viktor. To the world, your friend was the greatest Quidditch player of the age and a total heartthrob. And he was. Viktor was charming, sweet, kind, gorgeous, and one hell of an athlete. To you, however, he was just Viktor. He was your dearest friend and your, albeit secret, crush.

         The two of you had met when you were children, quite by accident, and became fast friends. You and your family had been visiting Bulgaria for your father's work and you and Viktor hadn't wanted to part. You spent years writing back and forth. You visited each other on holiday from school and Viktor often snuck you tickets to his Quidditch games after he made his national team, something you never stopped telling him you were proud of.

         But now, you were far away from all that. Now you were sitting in the Great Hall, watching Viktor enter with the rest of the potential Triwizard champions from his school. Viktor had told you he was coming, so you weren't as surprised as everyone else. You'd even offered to show him around Hogwarts. That didn't mean your heart didn't clench at the sight of him. It had been a while since you'd last seen him.

         As Viktor passed by you, he shot you a wink. You forced down a smile and rolled your eyes as the girls near you started to giggle, thinking the wink was directed at them. You watched him walk up with his Headmaster to greet Dumbledore. "Viktor Krum is here?" You laughed at Ron again before turning your attention back to your best friend. It was going to be a long year.

*time skip*

         "You will be careful, won't you?" you asked Viktor. He was taking a break from his daily workout, sitting beside you by the Black Lake. "Of course," he assured you then added a term of endearment in Bulgarian. For some reason, his confidence did nothing to enhance your own. It did not ease your worries. When his name had come out of the Goblet of Fire, you'd felt your heart sinking. You knew how dangerous the tournament was. People had died in previous years. The dragon task had only solidified your fears.

         "That means 'my friend', doesn't it? What you said?" you asked, attempting to change the subject. Despite being his friend for so long, you hadn't quite gotten the hang of his language yet. Viktor gave you a smile so small you'd swear he was sad. "Yes. Friend." You cocked your head to the side for a moment. Then, you laid a hand on his shoulder.

         "Viktor?" He hummed in acknowledgement so you continued, "Please take care of yourself. You're very important to me." Viktor's hand came up and covered yours as he gave you a genuine smile. "You are important to me as well, Y/N. I will be…safe." Things grew quiet between you for a little while. As you laid your head against his shoulder, you were grateful it was Saturday. "I know you'll do well, Viktor. You'll win. I know you will."

         Viktor didn't say anything, but you felt his lips press against the top of your head. He muttered something in his native tongue before he switched to English. "There is something I want to ask you," he said. You glanced up at him. "The Yule Ball. Will you accompany me?"

         You blinked in surprise, lifting your head from his shoulder. Of all the people he could have asked to the ball, he had asked you? "Are you sure you want to go with me?" you couldn't help but ask. Viktor chuckled and nodded. "Yes. There is no one I would rather attend with." Part of you wanted to say no. You weren't sure your heart could take it. Then again, you may not get an opportunity like that again. So you smiled at him and opened your mouth to reply.

Viktor's POV

         Inside, Viktor was a mess as he waited for your answer. He had been building up his courage to ask since he arrived at Hogwarts. When he first heard of the tournament and ball, he was confident that you would say yes. But when he saw you again after a couple of years, his confidence had waned a bit. You were so beautiful. Surely you had boys lined up to ask you. He couldn't believe that you chose to spend all your time with him, best friend or not.  

         Viktor knew he was in love with you. Sure, you were both young, but you had known each other for so long. Viktor couldn't imagine being with anyone else. He was not calling you his "friend". He was calling you his "heart". When the Yule Ball was announced, Viktor knew he had to ask you. Even if you never returned his affections, he could at least have one night with you to pretend that the two of you could be something more than friends.

         Viktor was brought back to reality when you gave his hand a small squeeze. "I'd love to go to the ball with you, Viktor." Viktor swore the sun began shining a bit brighter. Despite the chill in the air, Viktor felt a warmth spread through his chest. But he didn't want to scare you off, so he kept his excitement inside, ready to burst forth.

         "Good. That is good. Thank you." You laughed lightly. You gave him a quick hug as you prepared to stand. Viktor was up in an instant, helping you to your feet. You playfully rolled your eyes. "I guess I'll have to find a spell to change the color of my dress to match your robes. I can't wait." You placed a short peck to his cheek then ran off with a wave. "See you later, Viktor!" Viktor was left next to the lake fighting off a blush and a smile.

*another time skip(sorry). Your POV*

         To say you were nervous was an understatement. Even though you knew you and Viktor were only going to the ball as friends, you couldn't fight the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you prepared yourself for the Yule Ball. Your knees knocked together when you stepped into your shoed and you were almost positive you were going to faint when you took the first step down toward Viktor.

         Viktor looked gorgeous, even more so than usual, and his eyes were riveted on you as you descended the steps. "You look…lovely," he praised softly, his tongue seemingly tripping over the English word. You felt yourself heat up. "Thank you, Viktor. You look incredible." Viktor turned and offered his arm to lead you into the Great Hall that had been converted into a ballroom for the night.

         "I'm nervous," you admitted. Viktor chuckled and gave your hand a squeeze with his free one. "It will be alright. I will help you as you helped me." All eyes were on you when you entered the room on Viktor's arm. You took your positions and let your eyes wander a little.

          You felt Viktor gently grip your chin as he turned your face back toward him. "I will not let you fall, moya lyubov." Your brows came together. You didn't know what he'd said, but he'd never called you that before. There was no time to ask what he said. The music started you were caught up in the feeling of being in his arms.

         You and Viktor spent the entire night dancing together. When it came to an end, you couldn't fight the tears that formed in your eyes while Viktor walked you back to your dormitory. Your one night with Viktor was nearly over and you hated it. Before you could stop them, sniffles escaped you at the thought of never being with him like this again.

         "Why are you crying?" Viktor asked with concern lacing his voice. He had never seen you upset before. Not like this. "I don't want it to end," you admitted quietly. You stopped walking and face him. "Viktor, I-" you were cut off by Viktor hugging you close and whispering something in your ear in Bulgarian. He kept repeating the phrase like a mantra, almost desperately.

         "Viktor, slow down. I don't understand what you're saying." Viktor pulled back. He gazed deeply into your eyes. "I did not want this night to end either," he confessed softly in broken English, "I have been trying to say all night. But I am a coward. I cannot tell the beautiful woman in front of me that I love her."

         You were so lost in listening to his thick accent that you almost missed what he said entirely. Once his words registered in your mind, you simply stared at him. Viktor's face fell when you didn't say anything. "Perhaps it was a mistake. Perhaps you do not feel the same." He turned to leave, but you caught his arm.

         "Wait, Viktor. I do feel the same. I always have felt the same." Viktor turned back to you, a bright grin on his face. He stepped closer to you and cupped your cheek. He whispered something in his native tongue again, but immediately repeated himself in English. "I love you. May I…" he trailed off, trying to find the right words, "May I kiss you?" Your lips pulled up into a smile and you nodded. Viktor let out a shaky breath and leaned into place a chaste kiss to your lips.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[multifandomwriter56]

Finding a New Residence

A/n: This is for @sdavid09​ Tale Teller’s 2020 Bingo Challenge 

Square Filled: Cannon (I hope I did this right)

Summary: Tommy brings his sister along to help him pick out a home for their aunt.

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Shelby!Reader

Warnings: language, spoilers for season 2

Word Count: 572

Gif by @nofckingfighting​

“Tommy, why did you wake me up so early?” Y/n whines as she follows her brother down the stairs. 

“Ssh.” Is the only reply she gets.

Y/n frowns at the back of his head; but stays quiet until they make it out the door. She stops when Tommy keeps walking, still ignoring her.

It doesn’t take him long to realize his sister isn’t following him. He looks over his shoulder but completely turns around when he sees her stance. He knows that look all too well. 

He takes four long strides so he’s standing right in front of her. “Why did you stop, eh?” He asks softly, hopefully to avoid a full on tantrum at this point. This is not how he pictured this morning going with his eleven year old sister. 

“I’m not moving until you tell me why you woke me up at six in the morning.”

Tommy barely resists the urge to roll his eyes. He’s certain she’s going to more of a handful than Ada was as a teenager. “I thought you would want to help me pick a place for Pol.”

“Oh.”  Tommy had mentioned that he was planning on buying Polly her own place and Y/n had insisted she would be consulted in the matter. “Well, let’s go.” She starts walking, not waiting for him to follow. 

Tommy snorts; and in that one instance all her defiance is gone. 

Y/n stops when she realizes she’s not sure where they’re going. She waits for Tommy to catch up to her and before she can even open her mouth to ask; he tells her smugly that they’re taking the car.

She smiles when Tommy throws a mischievous smirk over his shoulder. She takes off in a sprint until she’s able to walk next to him. She hesitantly reaches her hand out for his and relaxes when he accepts her hand. 

*** 

The morning started out fun and somewhat relaxing for the two siblings, but by the time it reaches noon; Y/n’s done with house shopping. 

“Tommy, we’ve looked on every fucking street in Birmingham. Ow!” She yelps at the clip to her ear. “Hey!”

“Language.” 

Y/n rolls her eyes. “That’s rich coming from you.”

“Nevertheless, I don’t want you talking like that. At least not at this age.”

The preteen grumbles about hypocrisy as she stares at the window.

Tommy focuses on the road, trying to contain his temper. 

“Tommy, I’m hungry.”

“You had breakfast.” He tells her shortly.

Y/n looks at her brother likes he grew an extra head. “That’s was like five hours ago! I’m not you; I can’t live off of whiskey and cigarettes.”

“I eat!” 

She scoffs. “Yeah, one biscuit for every meal.”

“Y/n, I’m warning y-”

“Tommy, brake!” Y/n shouts, going for the door handle.

“Y/n, wait! Fuck!” Tommy watches in horror as Y/n opens the door and scurries out of the car that hadn’t even come to a full stop. 

Y/n runs in front of the now stopped car and heads for Tommy’s side. She stares in awe at the home in front of her. She looks back at her brother who is lighting a cigarette. “This is it. This is Aunt Polly’s home.”

“Fuck.” Tommy tilts his head to the side before taking another drag. “That’s the one.” He agrees. 

Y/n smiles proudly. Polly is going to love it. 

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[d3-iseefire]

Nevermore Chapter One

Notes: This story is for a Halloween challenge put on by @sdavid09​

The challenge was to create a story inspired by a horror movie, and a song and I chose the movie “Halloween” which, at its heart, is a story about a woman having a psycho stalker, and the song “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga. The month got away from me so I’m still writing it. It’ll probably be about four or five chapters or thereabouts so not super long. You can follow along on here, or on AO3 where I’ll be posting! :D

Rating: T Warnings: Intense Horror Elements (honestly not sure how to explain it other than that. It’s nothing that I graphically detail or anything, but it does get pretty intense at times so I wanted to put a warning for that) If you have read my writing then you probably have a pretty good idea of how far I’ll go, and also that I always provide a guaranteed happy ending. SO, you can rest assured that, no matter how scary or intense it gets, it’s going to be all right in the end for the protagonist. Anyhoo, just be aware, this is for a Halloween Challenge, and is meant to be scary and IS scary. If you are not a person who can handle horror (and that’s perfectly fine, I’m actually not a person who can handle horror so I literally just scared myself writing a story :P) then this may not be the story for you. Fortunately, I have PLENTY of other stories you can read on my AO3 account with no horror elements at all so I will shamelessly plug them and invite you to check them out! :D

Summary: Bilba Baggins is on the run from a stalker who’s supposed to be dead. He hunts her from city to city in an exhausting cat and mouse chase whose ending can only ever be tragic.

Or at least that’s what she’d thought before she moved to Erebor.

PROLOGUE

“There, now was that so bad?”

Bilba gave Priscilla a look that suggested her best friend had taken leave of her senses, and gestured outside the car’s window. “You’re joking, right?”

As if summoned, a large group of children rushed across the street, breaking around the car like waves around a rock as they rushed from house to house in search of candy. 

Priscilla laughed and shut the car off. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

“I doubt it,” Bilba muttered. She’d only had her license a few months, and was still getting comfortable driving at night. She’d driven them both to the movies, when the sun was still nice and up, but had refused to drive anywhere in the midst of thousands of children running about. 

Priscilla frowned. “Shoot, I just realized.” She gave Bilba an apologetic grin. “I drove to my house instead of yours.”

She didn’t look sorry, Bilba thought crossly. 

“I guess,” Priscilla said innocently, drawing out the word, “you’ll have to drive the rest of the way yourself.”

Bilba gave her a flat look and then, without breaking eye contact, grabbed her purse and coat and got out of the car. 

Immediately, she was assailed by the shrieks of children dressed in bright costumes as dozens of tiny bodies dashed from house to house in search of sugary treats to fill plastic buckets and pillowcases. A crisp autumn air wrapped around her and she set her purse on the car’s roof to pull her coat on. 

Priscilla scrambled out of the car, dodging a handful of ghosts and ghouls and their harried parents. “Wait, what are you doing?”

Bilba pulled the strap of her purse over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow at her friend. “What does it look like? Walking home.”

“You can’t walk home,” Priscilla said, rounding the car to where Bilba stood on the sidewalk. “It’s dark!”

Bilba turned in an exaggerated circle to take in the streetlights and the veritable hoard of trick-or-treaters and their parents. “It’s like two blocks. I think I’ll be fine.”

Priscilla scowled. “I’ll walk with you then.” She crossed her arms triumphantly, clearly convinced Bilba would now capitulate and agree to drive. 

Instead, Bilba merely smiled. “How will you get home?”

Priscilla rolled her eyes. “I’ll wal---” she trailed off, realizing her mistake, but it was too late. Bilba grinned. 

“Oh, so you don’t think it’s too dangerous to walk.” She waved at her friend and took a few steps away, quickly before Priscilla could come up with another argument. “I’ll come pick up my car tomorrow.”

Priscilla’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to find a way out of the box she’d neatly trapped herself into. Finally, she scowled and said, “call me when you get home, all right?”

“I will!” Bilba gave a final wave as she headed toward her home. She reached the corner and looked over her shoulder to see Priscilla standing near her front gate, watching to make sure she didn’t get kidnapped in public. Bilba waved and the other girl returned the gesture before raising her phone and pointing to the screen. Bilba gave an exaggerated nod to show she understood and then rounded the corner. Priscilla worried too much. The streets were overflowing with people trick-or-treating or driving to and from parties. It was probably the safest night of the entire year. 

As the thought passed through her mind, it occurred to her that the street she’d just confidently strode onto was decidedly darker than the one she’d just left. Unease settled over her and she hesitated. Maybe she should double back and take another route? There was a house a block or two away that threw a Halloween party every year and she knew it’d be teeming with people. 

She looked back, for just a second, and then shook her head. Going that route would double the amount of time it would take her to get home, and for what? Because a street she’d been on a thousand times was a little dark? She was letting Priscilla’s paranoia get to her. It wasn’t that dark, and it wasn’t entirely empty either. Several small group were running between houses, bags and pails in hand. 

 It was fine. 

She’d be fine. 

It was like a block. 

Nothing bad could happen in a block. 

Bilba squared her shoulders and started walking again, this time with what she hoped was a particularly confident air. Priscilla always insisted that no one messed with you if you acted like you knew what you were doing. The other girl was nineteen, three whole years older than Bilba, and that much closer to official adulthood. If she said something was so, then it was so. 

Unless it involved convincing Bilba to drive in the dark on Halloween night. Then she was simply being...overconfident. 

It was a fine line. 

An especially cold gust of wind hit her, freezing her nylon clad legs and whipping her skirt about her thighs. Priscialla had invited a couple of her college guy friends to come along, not as an official double date but just a “meet and greet” as she’d described it. Bilba had gone along with it, but almost decided almost immediately she was nowhere near ready for that sort of thing again.

She shivered, for reasons more than just the cold, and paused to zip her jacket all the way up to her chin. She adjusted the strap of her purse as it threatened to slide off her arm, and wrapped her arms around herself in a futile effort to add an extra modicum of warmth. 

Perhaps she should have accepted Priscilla’s offer of a ride after all. She could have just let the other girl keep the car until the morning, or asked one of her parents for help.  

“Way to think of practical solutions now,” she grumbled to herself. 

Something niggled in the back of her mind, a subtle but insistent feeling like some sixth sense tapping on the door of her consciousness. Bilba’s footsteps slowed until she’d come to a complete stop on the sidewalk. While she’d been lost in her thoughts the street had mostly emptied. Even as she watched, the last group vanished around the corner, laughter and shrieks of excitement fading as quickly as they did. 

Bilba swallowed down a dry throat as, around her, the now silent street seemed to grow darker, and shifted from a familiar, and comforting place to one utterly alien and unknown. 

Don’t be ridiculous, she tried to convince herself. It was still the same street, the one she’d walked down more times than she could count, on her way to school with Priscilla or the park or some other grand adventure. The only difference now was that it was dark whereas, before, she’d always walked it in the bright light of day. 

She’d never realized before just what a difference the dark could make. 

She started moving again, faster this time, short heels clicking on the sidewalk as if to alert the shadows to her passing. It was just a street, but the sooner she was off it the better. She wanted to be in her bedroom, light and warmth surrounding her and walls holding back the night. She’d change as soon as she got in, she decided. Put on her most comfortable pajamas and the thick robe she’d just gotten for her sweet sixteen. Maybe she’d make herself a mug of hot chocolate, and then go and curl up in her bed with a good book.  

The feeling returned. 

It was stronger this time, more aggressive as if something primal inside of her was trying to warn her. Screaming at her in a language she couldn’t speak, but still understood. 

Something was wrong, and it was more than her simply being out on a cold and lonely night. 

She focused, trying to understand what it was that was causing her heart to suddenly beat so fast in her chest. 

And then she heard it. As her feet hit the pavement there was the slightest echo, the barest hint of a footstep just out of sync with her own. 

As if someone were walking behind her, and taking care to almost match her steps. 

Her stomach clenched, and a sick feeling washed over her. 

“Don’t be stupid,” she whispered under her breath. It was Halloween. Of course there was someone behind her. She tensed and then, before she could talk herself out of it, whirled around. 

The street was empty, nothing but moonlight and fallen leaves skittering across the street in the cold October breeze.  

“Hello?” Bilba called. Mentally, she kicked herself. The very last thing she wanted was for someone to answer, so why in the world was she inviting a response?

The street stayed silent. 

Slowly, Bilba’s heart rate began to slow and her breathing evened. This was all Priscilla’s fault. She’d acted all paranoid, and now Bilba was letting her imagination run away with her. Thinking she heard footsteps and whatnot when, in reality, it had just been her mind playing tricks on her. 

She let out a small laugh at her own foolishness, spun back around, and promptly screamed. 

There was a person standing behind her, less than a foot away. He wore a basic white sheet with black circles painted on for the eyes, and holes cut out for the sleeves. His arms and hands were covered in a black shirt and gloves, and she could see black pants and sneakers peeking out from the bottom of the sheet. 

He raised his arms, and Bilba sucked in a sharp breath, only to let it out in a rush as she saw that he was holding an orange, pumpkin shaped trick-or-treat bucket in his hands. He was short, she realized, his head probably only coming up to her shoulder and that was saying something as she was short. 

A kid, her mind supplied in near hysterical relief. He was just a kid. 

“Sorry,” she said, putting her hand to her chest. Her heart thudded under her fingers, so hard she wondered that it didn’t burst out of her chest. “You scared me.” She frowned. “Are you lost?”

The ghost said nothing. Instead, he simply lifted the bucket higher. It was empty. 

“I’m sorry,” Bilba said again, wondering why he would ask a random stranger on the street for candy. Then again, wasn’t that what Halloween was all about? Getting candy from complete strangers? What was the difference, really, between asking for it from a person in a house or someone on the street? “I don’t have any candy.”

The ghost tilted his head to the side, as if studying her. There must have been small holes cut in the black holes painted on the sheet, but they weren’t large enough for Bilba to see his eyes. It was disconcerting, his strange silence combined with the inability to really see him. “Are you lost?” she tried again. “Do you need help?” She fumbled in her purse for her phone. “Do you need me to call someone for you?”

Still, there was no response. With the costume on, Bilba had no idea how old the child was. He was small, but it was hard to judge if he was too small to be out on his own. He didn’t seem scared or upset, so that was a good sign? Probably?

Her hand brushed against a bit of paper that crinkled under her fingers. She’d completely forgotten that Priscilla had presented her with a candy bar after the movie, calling it her Halloween present. 

“Here.” She pulled the candy bar out and held it out to the young boy. No child should have to go without a single piece of candy on Halloween. “I forgot I had this.”

The ghost held his bucket up a little higher, and Bilba dropped the candy in. It hit the bottom with a clunk, and the boy pulled it back to look in and study it. After a few seconds, he lowered the bucket, gave her a slight nod and started to walk away. 

“Happy Halloween!” Bilba called after him. She looked down at her purse, making sure she’d zipped it up securely. Maybe she’d follow him, she thought, just to make sure -- she raised her head, and froze. 

The child was gone. 

“What in the world?” She stepped into the street, trying to see if he’d gone up the walkway of a nearby house, or stepped behind a parked car. She saw no sign of him. Perhaps he actually lived in one of the homes, and had simply gone home? It would explain what he’d been doing out by himself in the first place. Hopefully his parents would have leftover candy to fill his bucket with so he wouldn’t get through Halloween with only a single candy bar. 

Even so, a shiver ran down her spine at the odd encounter, and she quickened her pace toward home, good mood gone. 

When she finally made it to her own street, and spotted her home in the distance it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The area was better lit here, and filled once more with children and parents running from house to house. Most of her neighbors loved Halloween and had loads of candy at hand to give out. 

Her parents were no different. They would decorate like it was Christmas, with jack-o-lanterns, spooky lighting and ghosts strung up in the limbs of the tree out front. As she drew near, Bilba expected to see her parents out on the porch, sitting back in their matching, rocking chairs with a giant bowl of candy on the table between them as they waited for each new group of excited children. 

It was oddly dark as she approached, and it took her a few seconds to realize all the lights were off. Even the Halloween lights strung along the eaves and up in the trees were off, casting the entire yard and front of the house in thick darkness. 

Her footsteps slowed as she neared the porch, confusion putting her nerves on edge. She’d talked to her parents before leaving for the movies and they’d told her to be ready to hand out candy when she got home. She’d expected to arrive to find a crowd of children on the porch, her parents front and center in the midst of them. 

Instead the porch was empty, and eerily quiet. The worn wood of the steps creaked beneath her feet, sounding far louder than they should in the quiet. 

Bilba hesitated. Behind her, she could hear the shouts and shrieks of excited children, but it felt like they were in another world, one far removed from where she had gone. 

She’d never realized just how dark the porch could be without the light on. 

She retrieved her phone, and pulled up the flashlight app. Immediately the porch jumped into stark relief, revealing her parents empty chairs, and a full bowl of candy sitting on the low table between them. 

The popcorn she’d had at the movie began to churn in Bilba’s gut. Her gaze shifted toward the front door, and caught on a large box sitting on the doormat. Someone had written on it in black Sharpie and she took a step forward to read it. 

Happy Halloween, Whore. 

Around the words were dark splotches, with several resembling finger marks or palm prints. The box itself had been taped shut but, on the sides, she could see more of the dark...whatever it was, that seemed to actually be leaking from whatever was inside the box, saturating the cardboard around it. 

Her eyes went to the writing again, traveling over the small, tight lettering, and jagged edges. The word whore had clearly originally been misspelled as “hor” before the W had been squeezed in after the fact. 

She knew that writing. 

Bilba felt lightheaded. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her throat burned as she struggled to pull in air. 

She couldn’t seem to move. It was as if an invisible wall had sprung up in front of her, blocking her off from the front door, and what lay before it. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to move forward, she physically couldn’t. 

A child shrieked in excitement somewhere behind her, and Bilba jumped. Some deep and primal feeling that she couldn’t fully define began to spread through her. She could feel herself starting to sweat, but was ice cold at the same time. Her legs started to tremble and threatened to buckle under her.

She turned and stumbled back down the steps. Her eyes focused on the house across the street, bright lights shining from the window and porch. The Lundleys lived there. Mr. Lundley was a police officer, and his wife had just been promoted to detective. There’d been a huge celebration with balloons and cake and everything. Bilba had gone with her parents and could easily call to mind her father’s jovial voice and her mother’s bright smile as they’d celebrated Mrs. Lundley’s promotion. 

Tears pricked at the back of her eyes, and the bridge of her nose began to burn. She didn’t know why. What reason was there to cry? Everything was fine. It was just another horrid prank. Another way to get back at her for having the audacity to speak her own mind. 

The sense of dread pressing down on her didn’t lift, and the hollow pit in her stomach showed no signs of filling. 

A group of children were just leaving the Lundley’s front door, passing by her in a rush of bright colors, buckets and bags crashing into their legs and each other as they fled. 

To Bilba, it was as if she were watching them from the other side of a thick pane of glass. Their movements were almost unnaturally slow to her, voices strangely distorted and indiscernible. 

“Bilba? Are you okay, Honey?”

The world snapped back into focus in a rush of sound and light. Bilba was standing on the porch, Mrs. Lundley in front of her, framed in the warm light of her home. Warmth from the house escaped outside, along with the smell of gingerbread wafting from the direction of the kitchen. 

“My parents,” Bilba managed to blurt out. She pointed back toward her home. “They should be out, but all the lights are out, and there’s a box on the porch….” her voice cracked on the last and the tears began to squeeze out of her eyes against her will. Why was she crying? It was fine. Everything was fine. 

Please, let everything be fine. 

“Come on inside, Dear.” Mrs. Lundley put an arm around her shoulders, and then she was inside and sitting on the couch. A body sat next to her that she vaguely recognized as Angeline Lundley. She was fourteen, two years younger than Bilba, and was one of her closest friends. The other girl took her hand, and might have said something, but Bilba couldn’t hear it. 

Her eyes were fixed on the front door, through which Mr. and Mrs. Lundley had vanished. As if transfixed, she got to her feet and began to slowly walk to the door. She didn’t want to go out there, but it was as if she had no choice. As if some unseen force were dragging her. 

She reached the open door in time to see Mr. and Mrs. Lundley crossing the street back toward her and the look on their faces as they met her eyes…

No....

No, she didn’t want to hear it. 

NO.

And as the darkness rushed in, and her world shattered about her, Bilba’s last conscious thought was the inescapable fact that everything that had happened was entirely her fault.

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