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ADRENALINE// JEON JUNGKOOK AU

"you're my adrenaline."

"And you're the only drug I need."

Delilah Baker is a woman who is just trying to escape the prison her thoughts have created for her. He had just the thing to help her.

*WARNING*

This is a drug dealer au written by a 21 year old woman who has a mother and stepfather that used to sell and use hard-core stuff my whole life. Now, I have not spoken to them since Iescaped when I was 18 except a few times to only my mom who I had to. There WILL be triggering stuff in here but please know that the things mentioned, I'm writing with experience, as sad as that is.

"Write what you know" As they say. So I'm not some 16 year old writing about what it's like without actually being through it to make this as realistic as possible.

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ADRENALINE (Jungkook AU x OC )

The silence of Delilah’s apartment was the welcome letter to the thoughts penetrating her sleepless mind. Between work and the drama she had escaped from not too long ago,  she had plenty to think about.  However,  Delilah was tired of letting the poisonous brain seep into every gyrus her brain had. A year ago she would have just smoked marijuana and used that as a sort of pest control for trauma. She’d given that up after she moved back to Florida,  calling it a cleansing.  392 days of the protruding thoughts finally caught up to her. Tempted by her neighbors that she grew close to,  she held strong.  They had offered her the green substance many times considering they were never sober,  except in slumber.  The neighbors reminded Delilah of Dank and Dabby from the Netflix series Disjointed. They were always high on marijuana, were comical,  but had hearts of gold. They lived in the apartment beside her and were friendly with her from the day she moved in, 392 days before.

Delilah was strong, but even Superman had his weakness. Superman had kryptonite,  Delilah had her thoughts. She needed them to go away even for a brief period of time.  

Delilah pushed the salad bowl off of her lap and onto the coffee table. She picked up her phone and began texting her neighbors. Instantly,  she got a response. Bennet and Clarissa were two kind hearted people who became two of the only people Delilah could call friends and they were well aware of this,  so they kept an eye out for her. This included always being available to talk.  

It was no shock to Delilah as her phone buzzed and Clarissas name popped up on her screen.  She clicked open her phone and read the grey bubble: Hey D!  Btw, our dog climb over to ur balcony again? Delilah pushed herself off of the couch and walked over to her sliding glass door.  For what seemed to be the tenth time this month,  the golden Retriever had been laying on her empty balcony,  enjoying the cool weather. The balconies were connected by one wall that was waist high for a 5'3 person.  It may have not been the best architecture but she didn’t expect any less for how cheep the rent was. Delilah reached over the wall and knocked on the glass door. Clarissa came walking out eating what looked to be a triple chocolate chip cookie. Delilah smiled at her taller friend and pointed to the ground,  "Tuck likes my balcony more,  apparently.“ Clarissa finished the last bite of her cookie and asked for Delilah to meet her in the breezeway.  

Delilah beckoned Tuck inside her apartment and out the front door where Clarissa had been waiting.  Tuck sat beside Clarissa as she spoke,  "thanks girl. We have some cookies we made,  some without… you know, we made those ones just for you.  We were going to bring them in the morning but then you texted. Speaking of,  what did you need?�� Delilah took a deep breath and smiled up at her neighbor,  she must have just retouched her bright red hair because it looked more like a fire truck on this day,  than ever before.  "I would actually like one of the special cookies.  And a number… to your supplier. If that’s okay?“ Clarissa flicked a brow up at her in suspicion.

"You a narc now?” She scrunched her perfectly arched brows. Delilah shook her head,  letting out a slight chuckle,  "I’m starting to forget why I quit in the first place.“ Clarissa frowned and pulled out her phone. She typed frantically and Delilah felt a buzz in her pocket.  "Thanks,” Delilah smiled. Clarissa went inside her own apartment and put the dog inside,  returning soon after with a Tupperware bowl of cookies.

“The wrapped ones are the special. We were about to start a movie if you wanted to come over?” Clarissa informed,  leaving her apartment door open just enough for them to enter.  However,  Delilah was exhausted and had an opening shift at the diner so she politely declined. She walked back into her apartment,  placing the cookies on the counter,  unwrapping the marijuana one and went to lay down.  The cookies smelled rich of cocoa and were soft at the first bite. She could hardly taste the thc,  which means it was very well made,  and with every bite she felt like her tongue was sitting in a bath of chocolate.  It was heaven.

Clarissa and Bennet were Delilahs first friends when she moved back,  and became like family over the year.  They hung out multiple times a week and always did favors for each other.  She knew she could pay for the cookies in dog sitting later.  

It took twenty minutes of mindless scrolling through Instagram for the thc to kick in and slowly,  and quietly,  she fell asleep.

For the first time in months,  Delilah woke up to the sound of her bird song alarm without wanting to throw her phone through the glass window. She woke up refreshed.  She sat up from her bed,  walked over to her shower and began getting ready for the day.  She works in a 50’s style diner with a perverted boss named Tim,  so her uniform was a short poodle skirted dress,  50’s style shoes,  and hair in a high pony with a matching bow. It was a cute uniform,  but the sexual harassment that came as an accessory was not.

She got into her yellow ‘67 Volkswagen Beatle and drove the thirty minutes to work, without the touch of dread she normally had about going to work at six in the morning.  

The roads were empty,  and so was the parking lot.  Only three cars were in the employee spots,  including hers.  She felt some relief that the chef was beside the owners car,  this would mean Tim wouldn’t be able to harass her too much this morning.

She walked into the checkered, from wall to floor, diner.  She was greeted by the familiar smell of coffee,  maple bacon,  and sweet pancakes. She punched in her ID number on the tablet in the back,  then made her way to the front of the kitchen,  tying her apron around her waist.  She knew Tony was going to be in his usual spot at the grill,  working on making plates for the staff before opening at 6:30.  Tony was a tall,  buff,  Italian man who had a thick new york-italian accent. His hair was gelled back and he fit every stereotype anyone could think of when it comes to an Italian-american, which he would gladly tell anyone.

Tony passed her a plate,  smiling per usual. “You have so much energy in the morning.  I’m envious,” Delilah smiled,  pulling a fork from the tray. She bit into a dry pancake,  savoring the natural sweetness. She then moved on to a slice of bacon before hitting start on the coffee machines. Tony glanced at her with a side-eye,  "someone’s actually eating the food I make for her?  Is the world ending?  I better tell ma!“ Delilah poured herself a cup of coffee and lifted a brow at him,  "Tony,  I eat.” He chuckled,  shaking his head while flipping the linked sausage,  "I have known you for… what?  A year now?  You take baby bites of everything and say you’re full. Ma says you’re tryna be skinny when I tell her all about it.  It hurts my feelings you know?  You’re a beautiful lady!  Thin as a twig I’d say-“ He was rambling,  but cut off by Tim walking through the swinging black kitchen doors. "Open in five,” The blonde,  heavyset man in his late 30’s smiled at the sight of Delilah,  "hey hot stuff. Mrs. Marigold is already at her table. Coffee.“ Delilah brushed off the comment and poured the sweet grey haired woman a cup of coffee.  She was a regular,  so Delilah knew she would want exactly three spoons of sugar and a splash of sweet cream.

The hours of the morning shift had passed and Delilah was soon to be off work.  Tim was full of inappropriate remarks and gropings per usual,  making this day just like any other.  When she got off work,  she climbed into her Volkswagen and pulled out her phone. She opened the message from Clarissa the night before.

Delilah hesitated as she copied and pasted the number into her text message bar. Being medicated last night made sleeping easier,  and even boosted her mood this morning but it made her feel numb. Being numb had it’s ups but it caused a lot of downs prior to her decision to quit.  Sure marijuana stopped her from thinking and it wasn’t a heavy drug so she could still have mild thoughts,  but some things she should have thought about,  she impulsively did because she was high. However,  smoking was more responsible than drinking because she was able to think and could remember everything. She hasn’t ever been a real drinker,  but people close to her were and she would tell you that she’s seen people worse off drunk,  than high.

After ten minutes had passed of just staring at the screen,  she began typing the number,  making her final decision.

Hello,  I got your number from Clarissa S. Can you meet today?  

Her engine roared to life and she shifted her gear into drive. The radio was softly playing today’s pop hits from Spotify linked to her phones Bluetooth. The Orlando afternoon traffic was irritating to most people,  but she had no where to be except home.  So as she drove,  weaving in and out of lanes,  letting tourists with out of state plates pass her at any opportunity,  she began to think of the bad decisions she made by simply being high.  Numb to dumb,  as she called it several times.  She had never done anything criminal,  but definitely ended up in several dangerous situations. It was not enough to get her to change her mind now.  She enjoyed the sleep she got and Tim’s harassment had not bothered her too much today,  all because of the sleep last night.  It was a butterfly effect she wanted to feel again.  

As she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, she heard the phone ping in the passenger seat. She parked in her usual spot, next to the stairs of her building, and reached to read the notification.

I can meet in 15 min at Bill Fredrick park. Text me when you get there. First time meetings are in public. See you then. JK

——————- A/N I’m so happy to be back.  I’ve been writing on a different account and I’ve definitely improved.  😌 PLEASE Leave feedback if you want! I love tips too!  I have big plans for this.  

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Hot cocoa (Sam Winchester x Reader, Holiday)

Request: @winchester-fantasies says: Hey! I was just looking at your holiday prompts, and I was wondering if you’d do the one where your house gets robbed before the holidays with Sam? I don’t care if he’s a neighbor or friend or whether it’s Thanksgiving or Christmas. I’m not picky!! As always, I love your writing!! ❤❤

A/N: first of all,  thank you so much for saying you love my writing! That means a lot to me!  Second, personally I love this prompt so I’m going to have a bit of fun with it, so it might be shorter than expected, I hope you do not mind. Why are all my story titles beverages? 😂 sorry this took so long it’s the holidays and finals soon. Do you guys want mood boards?

Word count: 1, 175

Warnings/tags: fluff, robbery, crying

Pairings: Sam x Reader , Dean

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sam girls send me some of your favourite sam gifs please (the filthier the better tbh)

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Treemendous (Sam Winchester x Reader Holiday)

 Request: @awesomesusiebstuff​ For the holiday prompt, can you write the one about “being alone and needing help getting your Christmas tree into your empty apartment” with (I’m sure you guessed it!) Sam. I have to get working on my own holiday spirit!

A/N: I love this one. I think I am going to test out my saucy side with this prompt! Thank you for requesting and being a great friend! It’s a meet cute since you wanted a fluffy ending!

Word Count:  1,298

Warnings/Tags: Fluffy, holiday, Au, Hallmark level cheese

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

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For the holiday prompt, can you write the one about "being alone and needing help getting your Christmas tree into your empty apartment" with (I'm sure you guessed it!) Sam. I have to get working on my own holiday spirit!

Hey friend! I just got your request finished! I hope you like it! Please let me know if there is anything i can improve on in the future!

https://tloveswriting.tumblr.com/post/189198943549/treemendous-sam-winchester-x-reader-holiday

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Heart Rate (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Request: @misspygmypie​: a Dean Winchester x reader where she gets the ghost sickness and Dean takes care of her etc. Read it somewhere and thought the idea was great lol thank you and have a sip for me

A/N: Thank you for the coffee! I made sure to put yours at the top of my list. I enjoyed writing this honestly. I have my research pulled up as I’m writing, because it’s been a while since I’ve seen the episode. I really hope you will enjoy! Sorry it was short and not as detailed. I wrote it during my English 102 class to get it to you quicker. I might edit it in the future if you want me to. Just message me if so! REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN EVERYONE. 

Word count: 1,088

warnings/tags: Fluff, sickness, weakness

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

The air was cold and you grew chills down your spine. With every step closer to the dark warehouse, you began to feel more and more afraid. You did not know what was in this building. Sure, you and Dean scoped out the building in broad daylight earlier, however it looked much more frightening in the dead of night. You held your pistol in hand, ready to shoot anything that were to jump in front of you. This was a ghost case, you and the Winchester brothers were sure of it. You just had to hunt down the ghost. The leaves began to cause a ruckuss beside you. This, frightened you to say the least. You let out a loud squeal and shot your pistol to the ground in the direction of the sound. Dean quickly smacked the gun from your grip. He wraps his arms around you tightly. “Great,” He huffs out in annoyance, “Now everyone or… thing will know we are here. What was that about?”

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Important for requests

So, due to a lot of requests asking for things I’m not comfortable writing, I will explain what I will NOT write for:

- Wincest: obvious reasons

-BxB: this is simply because I am not a male so I do not know how a male works in that type of relationship and I do not want to offend anyone because I am not only extremely supportive of the LGBTQ+ community, I am the big B. However, like I said, I will write 2bxg as long as there will be no physical between the two males. I just don’t want to get something wrong and offend people.

-minors- I will not write for minors if this is a smut fic. I absolutely will not write a minor x adult relationship either as I do not support pedophiles. However, I will write 18 and a higher age, 20 x 40 and such. also minors will be blocked. Please do not try to grow up too soon if you can help it… 

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Basically that is all.

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So as I'm writing the requests... I'm getting so into these festive stories and I'm curious as to my followers opinions, even if you don't follow me and find my posts other ways. I'm thinking of writing a full novel that will be posted on Wattpad, AO3, and Tumblr, or maybe doing a book/series of one shots that will last around 5k+ words each. With the one shots, my followers can request them and mention they want to be added into the series in the ask. With the novel, I'm thinking full on cheesy lifetime/the wedding date type of romance based on the holidays. Which do you prefer?

The novel, general but Sam based main male lead.

The series: can be from ANY fandom as I'm in many.

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Christmas writing prompts

Hey! So since it’s Christmas soon I’ll be taking requests from the list down below! Feeling free to use if you want but give credit!! 

1. “Merry Christmas bitch”

2. “How many Christmas lights does one person need?”

3. “Shut up! Santa is real”

4. “Why does the house smell like Santa threw up?”

5. “Roses are red, violets are blue, merry Christmas bitch, I love you”

6. “Oh my god I haven’t got you a present!”

7. “It’s Christmas today?!”

8. “No seriously I swear I saw Santa”

9. “Omg it’s a fucking reindeer”

10. “This tree’s bigger than my future”

11. “Why do you have playlist with just ‘all I want for Christmas is you’ and ‘last Christmas I gave you my heart’?”

12. “No you don’t understand I need a picture with Santa!”

13. “I can’t reach the top of the tree to put the star on.”

14. “Oh how convenient, some mistletoe”

15. “Let’s binge watch Christmas movies!”

16. “I can’t believe we’re going to A&E on Christmas Eve”

17. “Do you wanna build a sno-“ “no don’t you dare finish that”

18. “SNOW BALL FIGHT!”

19. “You murdered my snowman”

20. “I don’t like hot chocolate”

21. “Christmas isn’t just about the presents”

22. “You look like this ginger bread man”

23. “Go to sleep, Santa isn’t real”

24. “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas”

25. “Did you just put fake antlers on the dog?”

26. “I love Christmas more then anything” “what even more then me?”

27. “It’s official I hate Christmas shopping”

28. “I can’t ice skate I’ll break all my bones”

29. “Don’t you dare buy me that”

30. “Stop smashing my ornaments”

31. “That is the ugliest decoration I’ve ever seen”

32. “You’ve burnt the turkey?!”

33. “Thoughts on Brussels sprouts?”

34. “Fuck it let’s just get drunk”

35. “I don’t know how to wrap presents”

36. “This is the worse and best Christmas ever”

37. “Honey, where is my Santa suite?”

38. “I don’t think we can fight Santa”

39. “What no that’s not daddy, that’s Santa”

40. “Oh so we’re putting beer out for Santa now?”

41. “I can not believe our car broke down in the middle of nowhere 3 hours before it’s officially Christmas.”

42. “I hate work Christmas parties”

43. “What do you mean you’re working on Christmas?!”

44. “Babies can’t eat mince pies”

45. “You look like an elf”

46. “The babies crying, the foods burning, the dogs are fighting and your calling me to see what time my family’s coming at?”

47. “I don’t like spending time with your family at Christmas”

48. “I refuse to have a baby on Christmas”

49. “How many advent calendars does one person need?”

50. “I’m freezing, you’re warm. Hug me”

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In The Dark (Sam x Female!Reader)

Chapter 3

Word count: 1,258

Warnings: None for now but same as before for the rest of the story… maybe slight tension.

A/N: It is important to tell you that I wrote this quickly, so if it is not up to par, i hope my next chapters will make up for that. Please give feedback if you have any. Good or bad, it is all helpful! Enjoy!

If you haven’t read chapter two here! 

Sam seemed to not notice the slight flirtation in your tone as he held the door of the elevator. “I can help you to your room, if you’d like,” you wanted to decline his kind offer because it would make you look weak, however, you needed the help right now. You still felt quite faint. You just nod and step inside the spacious elevator. It was four walls of mirrors and quite frankly, that did not help your claustrophobia. You looked up to the ceiling, this is what Sam decided to notice, “claustrophobic?” He asked, looking concerned down at you. You shrug your shoulders trying to play it off. He chuckled, “okay you don’t have to act all tough.” Just then the elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors opened wide. You walked out, feeling a sudden rush of relief. It was silly really. You kill-crazy, supernatural things all of the time, yet you were afraid of a little tight space. You walked down the hallway looking for your room number. As you found it, you attempted to take your bags from Sam. He shook his head. “I’ll bring them in. You should lye down,” He smiled down at you. Normally, you would argue, however, something in his smile sent butterflies through every inch of your body. So, you nod, unlock the black door and move on to the room. The room had one queen-sized bed in the center, a nightstand on either side. The carpet was short but soft and tan, the walls were a golden color, along with the balcony rails. The bathroom was at the back with a large jetted tub, double sink, and a long mirror. A table was placed aesthetically by the balcony doors. It was grand for you, but average to many.

You motioned for sam to place the bags down next to the bed. “Thanks. Call me if you find any leads. I’ll start interviewing some staff here soon,” You smiled up at him, placing yourself on the bed gently. The white blankets making a lot of noise on the beneath you. He nods once, “I’ll be doing research in my brother and I’s room. Please…” He paused before exiting the door, “Call me if you need anything.” Something about his tone made your stomach flutter and your smile grow slightly. You nod to him, pulling out your laptop as the door closed behind him.

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In The Dark (Sam Winchester x Fem! Reader)

Chapter 2 

Word count: 1,063 

Summary: You’re working another job and run into, you guessed it, the Winchesters. 

Warnings: Fluff in this one. 

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I’m trying to improve myself however, I believe this chapter was worse than the last. I��m taking requests for anything by the way!

Ping! The notification sounded off of your laptop, which you had left open next to your motel bed. You left it open to get keyword notifications. This made it easier for you to find cases related to your line of work. Groaning, you pulled the laptop onto the bed, eyes still half-closed. You quickly entered the pin from the 10-digit keyboard and read the notification. There was a series of murders in Colorado that looked like it could be a job for a hunter. This was going to be quite the drive. You had to wake up now, to make it there by dark. You searched quickly for cheap motels in Aspen, Colorado, however, you found that most of them were booked. The only place left with rooms was the major resort. You huffed out a sigh and found one of your credit cards, then began to type the number into the cheapest room they had available.

You quickly changed into some warmer clothes, jeans, long sleeve white t-shirt, green cargo jacket, and tan jocky boots, before packing up and checking out early.

When on the road, you made very few stops, mostly because you forget to eat when coffee and water fill you up. When you do stop it’s for gas and coffee. This usually made your day-long trips into ¾ of a day. You rode alone but with the help of black Sabbath and crime podcasts, it felt as if you were in Aspen within hours.

You stepped out of your car at the beautiful resort and, despite the bitter cold, you were happy to be staying in a room that did not have mold on the walls or holes in the mattresses. You picked up your suitcase and backpack from the trunk, dragging it inside. The lobby was tall, almost three stories high and held a elegant chandelier from above. The floors were perfectly glossed marble, and a fire was roaring in the sitting room fireplace. The front desk was wooden and held three lines of people. One line caught your eye though. A familiar tall and short guy were standing in line. Had they really followed you all the way here? It was definitely the Winchester brothers. Sams hair tucked neatly behind his ear, muscular arms yielding a duffel bag and a backpack. Dean was swinging his car keys impatiently on his middle-finger. You stepped in line behind them. Dean looked back, catching sight of you and rolling his eyes. “Really? overachiever much?” He groaned nudging Sam, who was reading a paper. Sam turned, towering over her. His gaze changed from confused to happy, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. “You are quite the hunter if you manage to get take on the same cases as us, (y/n),” He smirked, passing the newspaper along. You went to read it, but Dean quickly snatched it from your grasp. His blonde brows were furrowed and he shook his head. “No, you’re leaving. We don’t take on partners all… willy nilly. Take your princess ass to another case,” He stated grumpily. Sam shook his head at Dean, “come on, Dean. We could always use an extra set of hands. She helped on the last case. Maybe not full time because we do not know her, but one more case won’t hurt.” Dean rolled his eyes looking at Sam. At first his expression was annoyance, visible to anyone, then his brows furrowed, his eyes widened, and his mouth moved into a frowning position, as if he realized something.

He turned back to you and nodded, defeated. “Fine,” He groaned, before turning to the receptionist. He was next in line. “Hendricks,” he spoke. You giggled at the fake last name.

“Rock star last names? Really guys?” You asked after you all checked in. Dean shook his head at you, “it’s… shut up.” Dean wagged his finger at you. He turned to the elevator and pressed the up button. Sam shook his head laughing at his brother, “he’ll come around. He isn’t used to the idea of people helping us that aren’t our usual crowd.” Not once had they asked if you even wanted help. However, they didn’t look like the people to just let a case slip through their fingers. So, you nod at the tree of a man. Now that you looked at him, he was more muscular that you remembered, filling his plaid shirt well. “Lets hope so. Look, I am going up to my room. Call the room if anything happens,” You turned to the stairs. You weren’t much of an elevator person if it was only five stories or less. “Actually, (y/n), would you mind if I got your cell? Calls on the hotel phones could be monitored,” Sam stopped you before you reached the first step. You nodded, pulling a pen and paper from the pocket of your backpack. After writing out your contact information, even private email in case of any articles, you gave it to him turning back to the stairs. You liked to keep your stamina. However, after not eating the whole ride over, you felt faint. On just the second step, you stumbled a bit, dropping your suitcase down to the lobby floor.

Sam noticed this and ran to help you out. He was definitely your favorite Winchester at the moment. He seemed sweet. He picked up your suitcase and placed his free hand on your back. Somehow he was able to carry both of his bags and both of yours on one arm. It was attractive to see, quite frankly, and you were never one to admit that about anyone. Guys were the least of your worries but the hand sam placed on the upper part of your back and the hero-like look in his eyes made your face turn pink and butterflies flutter through your whole entity. “You don’t have to,” You stated. Sam shook his head, a concerned glance. “Are you okay?” He asked, leading you to the elevator. You nod and press the up button, “I just am a little light headed. This happens a lot, actually.” He shook his head at you and chuckled, “Then why must you take the stairs? Am I that ugly?” He joked, nudging you slightly. you shook your head laughing, “quite the opposite actually.” Had you really said that out loud? Oh no.

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Requests!

Hello! 

I am a new writing account, however, I have been writing on other platforms. I figured I would bring my passion to tumblr!  I love taking in requests and writing what the readers want versus what I would want. So feel free at any time to send in your requests! I do anything from One shots (imagines), Gif inspired, smut, fluff, angst, and even series. 

I do, however, have my limits. I will not do:

-underage

-incest

-rape or any of the sort

I am also a nursing student so if I do not get to your request right away, please be patient as I will be working on it. 

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In The Dark (Sam x Female! Reader)

Warnings: None for now, however, from the next chapter on, there will be the following; smut, angst, fluff, mature content, and violence (come on it’s supernatural there must be some violence)

Word count: 1,800 even

A little about me since I am new to tumblr: I am 20 years old, from the southeastern part of the United States, going to college with the goal of getting my masters in science of nursing, and married to a Chinese born man. I am new to tumblr, but I have been writing on wattpad for 9 years and have recently discovered AO3. I love to write series, so this will be my first on tumblr but one of many in total. I write for many different fandoms, just be sure to write which one in the request. I will write requests for one shots, imagines, and series. I have been in the supernatural fandom since i was five years old, due to my stepfather (sad excuse of a “man”) who was a fan of Jensen in Smallville and had the need to watch the new (at the time) show that looked badass with Jensen in it. Ever since I have been whipped. I have always been a Sam girl, however sometimes, recently, I catch myself having slight feelings for Dean. I love feedback (good and bad) so i can learn how to improve for your benefit.  I hope you enjoy!  T 

Chapter One: 

You wake up from your deep sleep, three loud knocks came from your motel room door. You already know it’s the owner kicking you out at check out. The past few days have been intense and it made you exhausted. You checked the time on your phone, seeing that you were in fact, asleep for 12 hours. It was all made up time from sleep you lost the past few nights hunting the vampires who were murdering a mass amount of people in this small town. Doing it on your own was hard, but you managed to have success in every hunt. The knocks grew louder so you swing your legs off of the bed, shouting to the door, “Yeah Im leaving! Hold your horses!” You shook your head and began packing up, putting toothpaste on your toothbrush, brushing your teeth as you packed to save time. When you slipped on your boots and were about to head out, the motel manager was leaned up against the wall shaking his head. If only he knew that his life could have been one of the many you saved the past few days. 

You threw your pink suitcase into the trunk of your ‘67 Volkswagen Beatle and drove off to the diner down the road. You parked the car and sat at the same booth you have been sitting in the past four days. The waiter greeted you with a warm smile, “I heard you solved the case. Just about to head out of town?” She placed a coffee cup in front of you, already knowing what you’ll order. You nod and pull out your laptop, searching for any new leads. You thanked the waiter for searving your coffee, you weren’t much of an eater. You were definitely a foodie when it came to appreciation, you just always managed to not be hungry and forget to eat regularly. You scrolled through news articles from all over the country and found a possible crossroad demon case in Springfield, Missouri. You finished your black coffee, paid the waiter and hopped back into your car, map out in the passenger seat, following directions to Springfield. 

Hours later, you pulled into the small town of Springfield, Missouri and checked into a run down motel called the “Sanderson Motel” where you set up your laptop, ready to find more information. 

After studying, you changed into your pencil skirt that matched your blue blazer. You were going as an FBI agent, per usual, so you made sure to grab the right wallet with the badge on your way back out to your car. 

When you arrived at the scene of the latest body, you walked up to see two FBI agents already there. Just great, you thought to yourself. Now you had to pray these two agents wouldn’t suspect you were a fake. They were both handsome, probably ten or so years older. The taller one really managed to fill out his suit, with his hair tucked behind his ears it made his facial features really stand out. He was talking to a local deputy while the shorter of the two, who wasn’t bad looking either, was looking around the cones. You took a deep breath and walked up to the taller agent and the short plump deputy. You flashed your badge swiftly and began your performance, “I see you have beat me to the scene agent. I can take over from here though. Your supervisor has relieved you from this case.” You confidently moved the attention to the crime scene. “Can you explain in detail what happened here?” You asked the deputy, not giving the agent much time to respond. “Well as I was telling your colleague here, the girl seemed to have been bitten by a dog. I’m still confused why the federal authorities are involved with an animal attack,” The deputy looked as though he was easily intimidated as he nervously pulled at his pockets when he spoke. “Not everything is just as it seems agent. We just want to be extra cautious,” You state, glancing him up and down. You were normally shy, but you couldn’t be when on the case. It was like you were a confident new being. 

“Exactly,” Said the taller agent. He arched his brow down at you, “Can you remind me of your name, er, agent?” You nod once, internally standing on thin ice. Afraid one wrong move would expose you. “Agent McCall. Now, The body was taken to the morge already?” You wanted to confirm, mostly changing the topic back to the deputy.��“Well gentlemen, I am going to take a look around,” you nod once and began looking around the crime scene. You could not help but to notice the taller agent had pulled the grungy of the two, to the side and were staring at you while talking. You tried to ignore it, not trying to worry yourself anymore than necessarry, but they began to walk towards you. 

“There must have been some mix up, Agent McCall, our supervisor strictly put us on this case,” The Scruffy one stated, arching a brow. They were onto you. You knew it. “Well, I guess we will see who solves it first then. You gentlemen contact me if you see anything… out of the ordinary. Okay?” You state, handing them a fake contact card before swiftly walking back to your car. You went back to your motel, wondering mostly about the case, but partially if those agents figured out you were an impersonator. You shook the thought from your head as you changed back into your blue jeans and white long sleeve T-shirt. You threw on your favorite boots to go along with your green cargo jacket. Next stop was the first victims mother.

You pulled up to the driveway of the middle-aged woman’s home, and noticed the black Impala from the crime scene earlier. It was hard to miss. Your eyes wandered to the window of the house. The FBI must actually have been getting better at their jobs lately to already be at the victims home this fast. You thought twice about going up to her door, they could blow your cover, however if you dropped in, you could listen in. You took a deep breath and walked to the door, knocking gently.

“I’m sorry in running behind my colleagues here. I didn’t want you to feel too intimidated by all suits. I know that’s the last thing you need right now. I’m agent McCall, ” You showed your badge before shaking the tall, brunette woman’s hair. She did not look old enough to have a teenage son if you looked at her. The agents looked up at you, slight annoyance gleaming from their eyes.

They nodded, “so nice of you to join us.” The agent with lighter hair grumbled. You made your way to the couch. “Ms. Winfrey, I just want to make sure I’m caught up, have you seen your son, contacting anyone strange lately? By lately I mean, anyone in the last ten years?” This was a normal FBI question that actually helped in the case of a crossroads demon. If it were a serial killer, the mother would think it was a normal question. “As I told your partners, not that I know of. The only person I could think of was an older gentlemen… ” The interview dragged on. The agents had asked some questions that seemed relevant to yours, so it went smoothly.

Outside of the home, the agents did not even think to look at you before hopping into their car and driving off. Maybe they didn’t notice you were a fraud FBI.

Hours had passed and you were watching the Winfrey house from a distance, in case anything happened. That’s when you heard a scream. You pulled the knife from your jacket and the gun from your passenger seat, placing it in your inner, jacket pocket. You stepped out of your car, and in a crouched position, you made your way to the same window you were peaking into earlier,right next to the front door. A man was standing close to Ms. Winfrey, stating what looked like, “we made a deal, time to pay your end.” You kicked ran into the door, but you weren’t the only one. Coming from the back door, you heard a loud crash. The two agents from earlier barreled in, no longer in their suits but casual wear. They were yielding a demon-killing knife, just like yours, and a gun as well. So these were obviously not agents. “You’re a hunter?” The lighter haired one arched a brow. He looked completely lost. You rolled your eyes and stuck your knife into the back of the crossroad demon. He was no longer an issue. He was too amused by the crash, he hadn’t noticed you right behind him. It was an easy kill.

“Now we can have that conversation,” You sighed and stuffed the knife into your boot. You turned your attention to Ms. Winfrey, who was clutching her hand to her heart, taking deep breaths. “What. The. Fuck? "She stated between breaths. ” Who are you people? “ She asked when she calmed herself enough. You walked over to her and shook your head politely, "it doesn’t matter who we are. It matters who he was. That was a crossroads demon. You have had to of sold your soul to him for something. I’m guessing your son did too, along with the other victim. If you never want to see us again… Stay out of trouble.” You swiftly walked out of the house, but not quick enough so the other guys caught you before you steppe inside. “Hunters? ” You ask, arching a brow to the men. They towered over your height. They nod slightly. “You?” The shorter of the two returned, cocking his head slightly to the side. Nodding, you pull the long sleeve shirt you were wearing at the collar, just enough to show your anti-posession tattoo. Not all hunters have them, however, the better ones did. These guys knew that. “I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam. Winchesters,” The shorter one averted his eyes from your collar bone, smirking. “Y/N, I’ve heard of you two. Anyways, thanks for that distraction guys. it really allowed me to kill the crossroads demon a lot faster and easier than planned. I’m heading out in the morning so I am going to sleep. Nice knowing you,” You turned back to your car, making slight eye contact with Sam, the taller one. It sent a slight butterfly feeling to your stomach. What was that? You asked yourself, mentally slapping yourself. You don’t get attracted to anyone. Let alone a giant… moose-like guy you just met. 

Next Chapter will be up shortly

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Study Buddy (samwena)

This is a request from @fangirlxwritesx67 You have been a really nice new friend and I hope this is up to par for you! It does not nearly match your talents! 

Setting: College Au

Warning: Smut (as requested) 

Sam placed his backpack down on the bed at his apartment. Intro to Criminal Law had been kicking his butt in simple terms. He had been out of practice for way too long and needed to catch up. Maybe that is why he agreed to a study group tonight. It wasn’t normal for him, however, his grades said he needed it. He took out his textbook and walked into his kitchen. They were meeting at his place because most of the other students in his study group, lived on-campus dorms. That just made the night even more unappealing to him. 

He placed the book down onto his kitchen counter, took a highlighter from the drawer, and pulled out some brownies he had baked the night before in case the group got hungry. What are you? A housewife? Sam thought to himself as he warmed the brownies in the microwave. He flipped through a few pages of the textbook, trying to remember how he studied before he took a sabbatical from school.

A light knock came at the door, breaking Sam from his focus. “Time to get this over with,” Sam groaned, slamming his book shut and taking it to the table on his way to the door. As the door opened, he noticed only one person behind it. Rowena, a confident red-headed woman with porcelain skin, smiled up at him, cocking her head to the side. “Sorry, I am all you get. The rest of the group bailed,” She walked, more accurately, strutted, past Sam, to his dining table. She pulled a chair out and sat down. Sam was too caught up in her gorgeous face, physique, and confidence to be mad that she walked directly into his apartment without permission. He let out a small shake of the head and smirk, before closing the door and returning to the table. 

 “I made brownies if you’d like some. I thought the whole group would have been here. Do you want some tea?” Sam slapped himself mentally for sounding like a server. Rowena stood from her chair, walked over to the kitchen, took a brownie, and a bottle of water from the fridge before returning herself to the table. Even the way she bit into the brownie was attractive to Sam. He believed he was going insane with the simple fact that a bite could make his stomach flutter and a tingle somewhere else. She made herself at home so quickly, it was like she was a roommate and not a classmate. “So, Law is a little tough, but im sure we will get the hang of it,” Rowena states after finishing the brownie. “Yeah. So where did you struggle with most this last lecture?” Sam asked, flipping through pages in the book. Rowena pushed her book to the side of the table and stood up. She slowly walked around the round table, dragging her fingers so gently that it was erotic. Sam felt himself harden at the sight of it. Was she seducing him? She definitely was. He knew it when she ran her hands down his chest through his shirt while she was standing behind his chair. “I’ve been personally struggling on… focusing in lecture. It’s so hard to listen to boring law explanations when you have a hunk sitting directly in front of you,” her voice sending chills down his spine. 

Sam could not take this anymore. He wanted her. Badly. He stood up and picked her up by her thighs, placing one on either side of his hips. He sat her back down on the table, “Likewise,” He grunted before placing his lips on hers. “Come on, Sam, you don’t have to be gentle,” She smirked, kissing him roughly. He ran his fingers across her collarbone and to the center of her cleavage. She was wearing a black dress that buttoned up all the way down the center. The tight dress didn’t stay on long. Sam ripped apart the buttons with one tough tug. Her red laced bra and matching thong, complimented her porcelin skin. Sam took a mental picture before removing both. He unbuttoned his jeans and his erection sprung from his boxers. He wasted no time. He thrust himself inside of her, after all, she did say to not be easy. She let out a loud moan which made Sam look at her worried he had hurt her. That went away quickly when she smirked wickedly back at him, her eyes begging for more. He grasped her breast before pushing her flat on the table with just her legs hanging off. He continued to thrust, fast and hard, which sent Rowena wild with moans and wimpers. She was in euphoria, especially when he finished with his giant hand around her dainty throat. 

He pulled out and put his jeans back on, smiling to himself. He was proud of the way he made her react. Sam passed her her clothing before sitting back down in his chair. 

As she placed her dress back on, finishing the last button, she smiled over at Sam, “We should do this more often… study buddy.” Then she picked up her book and left. Leaving Sam wondering if there will be a more often. 

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