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The Witch Was Called

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Witch!Female Reader

Summary: You are a witch hunted by other witches. What is the reason? You don't know yet. But you will turn to the Winchesters for help and along the way the legend will become true.

The Witch Was Called Masterlist

Word Count: 642

Tags/Warnings: none

Prologue:

What is love?

Is it something you feel? Something you see? Both? Neither? Is there really anything we can be sure of about love other than theories? Is it something you can be sure of?

The loves you've been through are part of your life. It doesn't matter if it lasted a flash or years, it's already part of you, like a scar.

It doesn't have to be painful, it can be beautiful or even hopeful. It can be the hope you needed or the push that was enough to destroy you.

And yes, love can hurt, but it can also be wonderful. You have to risk being vulnerable in order to experience it. We all know there are falls, but there would be no getting up without them.

What comes after a bad love? Surrender? Hopelessness? No, it just keeps trying again.

Like the brothers, who no longer knew which path to follow, but they didn't give up yet. You were the only one, in fact. In all these crimes you appeared as a ghost in photographs or in witness accounts; a mysterious girl in her twenties who disappeared like a shadow after the body was found. They had even started calling you that, The Shadow. You were their only connection. But they couldn't find you or even find out anything about you. Who were you? Had you killed all these people? What could your reasons be?

“I’m telling you, Sammy, we don’t have anything on this girl.” Dean said as he opened a beer and sat down. “And at the rate we’re going, I doubt we’ll find anything. Whoever it is, damn she’s good at covering her tracks.”

“We have to find something or people will keep dying, Dean.”

Maybe there’s something you want, something you’re looking for. Maybe it’s not the people you kill, maybe something they possess.

“We’re not even sure it was her.”

“Yeah, well, they all died suspiciously and we found spell bags with most of the victims.”

A shiver ran down Dean’s spine and he shook himself.

“God, witches, how I hate them.” He muttered before taking another sip from his bottle.

“If this girl is a witch, it would explain how she disappears from crime scenes before the police get there.”

What if it was revenge? Finding the people who hurt you and killing them with witchcraft. It wasn't a bad theory, but then, what kind of revenge would it be? Neither victim had anything in common with each other and they hadn't found any connection between you and them. Well, they hadn't found anything about you in general.

“So, we’re looking for a possible witch around our age who might kill for reasons we don’t know yet.” He snorted. “Awesome.”

Sam sighed. They didn’t have much on the case, just you. A girl they didn’t know and didn’t seem to have any interest in stopping or confronting them.

You were a mystery, a code they needed to solve. Maybe the answer was in your gaze, in the shape of your eyes. Or maybe in your hair. Maybe you were just some random girl with no life or personal things who seemed to be everywhere by chance. Whatever the answer was, you were an enigma to Sam and Dean.

A knock on the door came and the two brothers exchanged glances, but Dean was the first to get up and head to the door. He gave Sam one last look before opening it.

There you were, that mystery dressed in a cape, the hood covering your face until you raised your head. Your gaze carefully observed his face, perhaps wondering who was that man who seemed to be following your trail. Wondering the same thing they were; Who were they? What were they looking for? What were their reasons?

“Were you looking for me?”

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The little pause before saying friends, my bby wanted to say something else:(((

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They're so funny for always looking like a rich couple actually

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Searching for a soldier boy x autistic reader fanfiction

Well .....it seems I have to write one if I don't find one.

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Why, Miss Elphaba, look at you. You're beautiful!

Love their dynamic, can't stop drawing them!

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Thinking about how Glinda never really hated that hat. She actually really loved it. It was dear to her. Her granny made it for her and probably played pretend with her, making Glinda’s dreams of becoming a sorceress come true. Glinda was just embarrassed when Pfannee and Shen Shen found it, so she pretended to hate it.

Maybe when she said she didn’t hate anyone that much to give it away, she really meant she didn’t love anyone that much— she didn’t trust anyone to understand how she could love a hat so hideous.

Maybe she knew Elphaba would understand. Maybe she knew Elphaba would take care of it.

And maybe Elphaba proved her right. And now, Glinda gets to admire as the most fearless person she has ever met cherishes her hat as dearly as she did.

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I'm starting a collection (X, X, X, X)

BONUS:

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I'm too far gone ✧˖°⊹ ࣪ ˖

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I've started on this path and now I can't stop ⋆˙⟡₊˚⊹♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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jealousy enemies to lovers smut with fiyero where he's lowkey kinda cocky about it🤪

“You love this cock don’t you? You tell everyone you hate me, but you just love this cock in your little pussy so much,”

MANNN JEHSIAJSJSJ

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Ok ok hold on hold on-

You’re telling me Glinda and Elphaba see this little girl (Dorothy), who makes friends with their Husband (Fiyero) and their other friends (Boq/The Tin Woodsman and The Lion Elphie SAVED) and their first instinct is NOT to adopt her and teach her Witchcraft?

Like the shoe situation could have been handled so so differently and then Glinda and Elphaba could have hid Dorothy from the Wizard and taught her to be a new Witch to help them topple his empire for GOOD.

GIVE ME THAT GRITTY RETELLING OF THE WIZARD OF OZ!

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A Gelphie dance 💚💗

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would gay sex fix them?

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Okay, but I just LOVE the idea of Glinda hardcore flirting with Elphaba as a joke, but then realizing she is legit into her, and then she reels it back because she doesn’t know what to do with that discovery.

So Elphaba is CONFUSED AS FUCK because Glinda is always touching her (!!!) and saying questionably flirty things (!!!). She’s suspicious because she can’t fathom WHY someone would instigate physical affection—let alone be attracted to her!

But, although she may not admit it, Elphaba loves, loves, loves all the physical affection and she loves, loves, loves Glinda’s unusually kind, if not flirty, words towards her. HER. The wicked, repulsive creature who has been ostracized and tormented her entire life!!!

And so when Glinda stops touching her and stops babbling questionably flirty things, Elphaba is devastated because Glinda’s the ONE FUCKING PERSON who has EVER made her feel NOT SO WICKED, NOT SO REPULSIVE. Maybe even made her feel…BEAUTIFUL??!??!!!

And Glinda and Elphaba are forced to go their separate ways, so Elphaba never knows how beautiful she really is. How beautiful and lovable she is to Glinda.

SHE. NEVER. FUCKING. KNOWS.

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I could make a serious Wicked review and talk about the vocals and the choreography and the costumes and the sets, which are all great, but this is tumblr, and I know that all of these aspects will not matter nearly as much as me reviewing the movie by how much gay subtext they put into it, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Elphaba and Glinda are either holding hands or have their arms linked for about 70% of this movie. Literally, after they officially become friends these girls are attached at the hip.

'What Is This Feeling?' remains about as gay as it usually is, but I will highlight that they lie awake at night thinking about each other which. I know what you are etc etc

The scene where they dance together is. I have no words. That was beautiful. Both actresses put so much emotion into the sequence. And there's a moment where Glinda puts her hand on Elphaba's face, almost like she's brushing away the tears there, and that shit made me cry as well.

'Popular' is insanely homosexual. There's a scene where they're laying down on the bed looking into each other's eyes, and Glinda shifts to basically be on top of Elphaba. My jaw was on the floor. Just lots of touching and Looks all throughout.

When they go to see the Wizard all that casual touching I mentioned previously is multiplied by tenfold, and there are several moments where Elphaba looks at Glinda for reassurance, which was very sweet.

'Defying Gravity' made me just as emotional as I knew it would. I do wish they had hugged but honestly with all the handholding and the staring into each other's eyes, and Glinda wrapping the cloak around Elphaba, they gave us plenty. Once again the acting caught me by surprise (specially from Ariana), both of them communicate so much with just looks.

Anyway my overall thoughts are, these bitches gay, good for them. They did not tone down the subtext at all (like I know some people were worried would happen), and while they didn't make anything explicit either (which I never expected them to*), I'm confident that both Cynthia and Ariana understood the assignment in regards to the kind of relationship Glinda and Elphaba have in canon, and that was enough for me.

*I will admit that a secret corner of my little lesbian heart hoped beyond hope that they would include the scene from the book where Elphaba canonically kisses Glinda (iirc it's supposed to be during Defying Gravity), but like, I always knew they wouldn't.

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And here is the character guide for Open Arms:

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Basket Case - (Steve Harrington x reader)

Ch. One - King Steve

summary: November of 1983 in the sleepy town of Hawkins started like any other until Steve Harrington is paired with resident basket case Y/n Henderson, kids go missing, and monsters are real

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this may be v long, afab!reader, language, minimal use of y/n, bullying, (put this one in second person because I felt it fit better)

author's note: hey lol

Friday, November 4th, 1983

You weren't used to this. Being put on the spot in front of an entire class of twenty other kids was something that just doesn't happen to you. You thought at this point in your high school career the teachers would know you would either self-destruct or stutter like a moron.

"Ms. Henderson? We're all waiting?" Mr. Mundy sniffed, his runny nose making you want to gag.

"U-uh...uh..." You squeaked before scrunching up your face and dropping your head on the desk. Mr. Mundy sighed while the other kids laughed at the poor basket case kid.

"Anyway, kids, factorizing the polynomials..." the old man's voice slipped to the back of your mind while you mustered up the courage to move your head to see the board through your hair. You accidentally made eye contact with Claire Sims and immediately shifted your eyes to the tile floor.

The dismissal bell rang with you being the first person out of the room. You stalked down the hallway with your head down and weaved your way through other students to get to your locker. You hissed under your breath at Eddie Munson doing whatever stupid shit he and his stupid bandmates think is funny in the middle of the hallway next to your locker.

"Hey y/n," Eddie smiled, leaning on the locker next to you. You smacked your hand on yours and popped it open, making Eddie flinch.

"You have any trouble today?" Eddie asked, twisting some rings on his fingers. You sighed and shook your head, yanking your biology book out along with your lunch bag. "Figures. Tommy and Carol skipped this morning. Gross..." Eddie wrinkled his nose. You slammed your locker shut and stomped down the hallway, leaving Eddie and his Hellfire friends where they stood.

You slipped into your next class and threw your bag down on the floor next to yours and Jonathan Byers' table. "Hi y/n," Jonathan mumbled, sending you a small smile.

You glanced at him, sliding your bologna sandwich across the table to take his PB&J like you did every day. "Bologna again?" Jonathan teased, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. You sighed and nodded, "She knows I hate it. She does it just to slowly kill me from the inside out," you growled. Jonathan chuckled, putting the evil sandwich in his bag.

Mr. Kaminski waddled into the classroom and mumbled his way through the lesson, avoiding any and all eye contact with you and Jonathan like the plague until the bell dismissed you all to the cafeteria. Or in yours and Jonathan's case, to the yearbook red room so he could develop pictures, and you didn't have to sit alone. You munched on your sandwich and chips folding your algebra homework into a fortune teller.

"Oh, hey...Will wanted me to thank you for the colored pencils. He loves them..." Jonathan spoke up, smiling at the picture he was poking with tongs. You nodded, tossing your trash and waved at Jonathan as you walked out. Jonathan waved back and watched you walk off to wherever you went after lunch.

You shuffled through the empty halls, enjoying the quiet as you followed cracks in the tiles with your eyes. "Oh, God, look at her," Carol Perkins scoffed to her boyfriend and their friends stood in the main hallway. "Jesus, it's like she does it on purpose," Tommy snickered.

Steve Harrington stood up from the drinking fountain they were all crowded around. He looked up and down the empty hall, missing you completely as you slid around the corner.

"Who?" Steve asked. Carol snorted, "That screwball loser, y/n," she sneered. Steve pursed his lips and nodded, "What's she doing?" he asked the couple.

"She's just fuckin' weird! Like, why does she have to freak everyone out twenty-four-seven?" Tommy laughed. Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. He had no idea what happened to you. You used to be cool as far as he knew.

"Hey, you think Munson put a curse on her or something?" Tommy whispered to Steve. "Like, maybe she wouldn't screw him, and he cursed her for the rest of time?" Carol laughed.

Steve snorted, pulling his bag over his shoulder, "Well, we'll probably never know. I gotta go to history. I'll see you guys," he said, waving to them. Carol smiled and waved before she pulled Tommy in the direction of their next class. Steve sighed, tossing his bag on the floor and greeting his basketball buddies while Mrs. Click rummaged around in her desk for some papers.

"Okay everyone! Today we're going to start on a project," Mrs. Click said to the dismay of the entire class. You straightened a bit in your seat. History was your favorite.

"Please be quiet so I can finish..." Mrs. Click sighed, "You'll be working in pairs with one group of three. I'll be partnering you up this time. You can thank Mr. Carver for that..." she said, sending a pointed look to Jason Carver who simply shrugged with a smug smile. Mrs. Click sighed, sitting at her desk again to put on her glasses and call out names.

"Okay...Jimmy and Robin..." she started. You laid your head down on the desk and started scribbling out a drawing of Robin Buckley sat behind Steve Harrington. "...and Steve and y/n! Okay! Go ahead and get comfortable with your partners because this is where you're sitting for the rest of the semester," Mrs. Click said.

Steve couldn't fucking believe it. No way Mrs. Click just partnered him up with a spaz like you. Like, seriously? What did he ever do to her to deserve this?

"Um, hey, Steve? Can Jimmy take your spot? Everywhere else is full," Robin Buckley asked, tapping his shoulder. Steve blinked and nodded, mumbling a "yeah, sorry" before he grabbed his things and crossed the room to the empty seat beside you. You were still in your own world, scribbling away and taking glances at Robin every few seconds. You licked your finger and smudged the lead around Robin's feet for shadows.

"Uh...hey..." Steve said awkwardly, sitting in his new seat. You paused, turning to look at him slowly through your hair before looking back down at your drawing. Steve sighed, pulling out his notebook. "Shit," he huffed, mad he couldn't find his pencil.

Smack!

Steve jumped and turned to the lump of black hair and clothing next to him that slammed a mechanical pencil on his desk. You slipped your hand into your pocket and pulled out another for yourself. You pumped out the lead and kept scribbling as Mrs. Click started handing out directions for the assignment. She tapped you on the shoulder and gave you two pieces of paper. You pushed your hair out of your face and read over the outline.

Steve tapped his fingers on the desk, awkwardly watching you read over the paper. "D-do I get one? Or..." he trailed off, trying to read it. You smirked, licking a full stripe up your palm to your fingertips and separated the papers, passing him the one you decided was his. Steve pursed his lips, grabbing it with as little contact as he could.

"Thanks," he mumbled. You giggled to yourself and started writing some ideas you were already well versed in and ones you knew you could do by yourself if Steve decided he was too good to even try and do the work.

"Alright, you'll have the rest of this class period to work and until next Friday to turn this in and we'll do any presentations the following Monday. Okay, have fun!" Mrs. Click said and the whole class started talking and scooting desks together except for the one pair that sat silently while one wrote down ideas and the other watched curiously.

"U-um...I think we should do the sewing machine, the telephone or the Model-T...I'll let you pick," you said, pushing your paper toward him so he could see your long list of project ideas including some other things from previous subjects you thought could get extra credit.

Steve let a smile pull at the corners of his lips before he snuck a look at you. You had gone back to your Robin picture and bringing out the curls in her hair when Steve spoke again. "You're really into this stuff, huh?" he asked. You just nodded, smudging your art.

"Shit! Did you draw that?" Steve asked, scooting closer which made you move a couple inches away.

"S-sorry...Did you though?" he asked again, raising his eyebrows. You hesitated but nodded, pushing it his way so he could see. "Wow...wait, that's the girl that sits behind me, right?" Steve asked, looking at the drawing up close. You nodded, picking at your fingers and biting your nails.

"I get bored when we talk about stuff I already...know about..." you mumbled, shading in Robin's shoes.

"That's really good. You should show her," Steve said. You shook your head. You would rather die than give anyone you've drawn their picture. Especially a complete stranger you only shared a class with. Steve shrugged, "I think you should, but it's your drawing," he said, looking back down at the list and circling two of the subjects you picked.

"How about these?" he asked, passing the paper back. You scratched your nail over the circles and shrugged, grabbing a highlighter and highlighting the two subjects plus an extra credit subject you thought would be good enough.

"I'll be in the library after school until four thirty. Don't be late, King Steve," you said before you grabbed your things and fled from your seat. Steve almost got a word in but you were already across the room standing in front of Robin. "Here. I drew you," you said, giving her the drawing and walking away. Robin's eyes widened, looking down at the drawing and back up at the spot where you were standing just two seconds ago.

Steve sighed, tearing a page from his book and writing a note for his newest obsession (Nancy Wheeler) "Meet up tonight? Pick you up at 7. -Steve :)" He slipped the note into her locker and struggled through his last classes of the day until the final bell sounded and Steve had to sit in the library for a full two hours with you. He was a little scared to see what would happen if he didn't show up.

Walking into the stuffy room, he could see you sitting at one of the round tables in the back, doodling away at another picture. "Hey," Steve said, setting his stuff down and grabbing his history books. You glanced at him, closing up your drawing and grabbing your own books.

The hours flew by faster than you both though they would. Steve thought your constant silence would drive him crazy, but the moments he did get you to talk were nice. You always seemed like you wanted to say more and talk about whatever was on your mind but you stopped yourself every time. You were only afraid of getting made fun of. You didn't like Steve very much and you knew exactly who he was. Acting all nice and pretending he actually cares about what you had to say wasn't enough for you to even begin to trust him. He was an asshole and that was all he would ever be to you. Nothing more.

"So, do you wanna...work on it some more on Monday? Or..." Steve asked, standing with you.

You shrugged, "That's fine. I don't think me going to your house would be a good idea anyway, so, yeah, that's cool," you said, checking your watch and making your way to the exit. Steve furrowed his eyebrows and scrambled to catch up to you. "Why would you think that?" he asked, glancing up and down the hallway.

You rolled your eyes, clutching your books to your chest. "The exact same reason you're looking around making sure nobody can see us talking," you said, pushing open the door to the parking lot.

Steve sighed and closed his eyes. He'd been caught. He didn't know why he cared so much if people saw. It's not like he would immediately be labeled a loser if someone saw him hanging out with you. He just didn't want his rep taking any hits...like an asshole...But it's not like he wanted to be friends with you anyway, so it didn't matter in the first place.

"Look, I gotta go get my brother. See you Monday, Harrington," you said, turning on your heel and walking into the parking lot. Steve sighed, spinning his keys on his finger and going to his own car. He sat in the driver's seat, watching you climb into your green Chevelle and toss your bag in the back seat.

Steve shook his head to snap himself out of whatever the hell was wrong with his brain and drove home. You sighed, thankful Dustin's bike was coming out of the shop the next day and you wouldn't have to drive him around anymore. You loved your brother, but he was a pain in the ass.

"Dustin! C'mon!" You called, rolling your window down. Dustin held up a "wait" finger to his friends and ran up to the car. "Hey, can we take the rest of the party home too?" he asked. You sighed, sending him a look. Dustin pouted, pulling the best puppy dog eyes he could. "Fine. Are they going to their homes or are you guys keeping me up all night?" you asked as Dustin hopped in the passenger seat and the other three members of the party shoved their bikes into the trunk and squeezed in the back.

"Thanks y/n!" Will said, buckling in. "Yeah, thank you!" Lucas and Mike said. You sighed and nodded, starting your tape and driving off.

love you <3