I don’t know about you, but I just love this time of the year when rusty leaves cover the ground, the air smells of rain and witch stories, and weekends whisper of cozy warm corners and bookish pleasures. You don’t know this about me, but I occasionally write fanfiction, especially on rainy nights, when I get extra inspired. A while ago I ran into a group of girls giggling enthusiastically, cluthing a boy band’s new album to their chests, and checking out which picture of which band member each girl got. That day reminded me of days long past, when I was a raging Michael Jackson fan (Cut me some slack here. If you’re a female over thirty-five, you probably had your Michael phase, too. If not, Backstreet boys ring any bells?) To be perfectly honest, I wish someone had written fanfiction for me back then. But you don’t need to be anybody’s fangirl to enjoy these stories. They are short, intense, and perfect for a coffee break, or a glass of wine in the evening. Don’t be confused about the stories being written in the second person singular (the main female character referred to as YOU, it’s the norm for this kind of stories on wattpad. They are supposed to be about the reader, and hopefully make you feel like this is all happening to you. Ready? Here we go. Enjoy!