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                witching hour ✶⋆.˚ dean winchester x reader series

Y/N L/N was a survivor. It had been only two years since her sister and two best friends died, two years of living in Drearmore with the glances of sympathy and mumbles of pity, two years since she survived the worst day of her life, a day she couldn't get away from. In an attempt to leave the past behind, Y/N starts her car and doesn't look back. Her actions take her to Hibbing, Minnesota, where o her horrid luck, a repeat of past events occur, leading her to be locked in a cage by some sick men. Little did she know just the length he would go to survive again, or that she would meet two of the boys that would become the most important people in her life.

cast: Y/N L/N. Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. Emilia L/N. Bobby Singer. Rest of 'Supernatural' cast.

pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

warnings: typical supernatural warnings

chapter i. the bender coming soon!

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                guilty pleasure ৎ୭ sarah cameron x fem!reader series

chapter i. idiots in the wild

warnings: mentions of alcohol, underage drinking

wordcount: 1427

The life of Y/N L/N had become rather tedious since the beginning of summer. She used to love it; a couple of years prior, the mere thought of the season would have bubbled something far more than exasperated and as high from her plush lips: excitement, thrill. She used to consider the sultry weather to be tropical, and rosy stains on her cheeks were the summer's kiss. Now, if the months were to pass by her like an icy wind, Y/N would hardly shiver.

She spent another quiet day imprinting in her own employment. The view from behind the counter of her family's surf shop was only there to mock her; she was sure. A bustling crowd of free-spirited teenagers inhabited the quaint beach that lay only a hundred metres away from Y/N, which made the cedar wood panels and glass windows surrounding her feel more like a cage. She was sure that if she spent another minute there, she'd drive herself insane.

So when John B had honked the horn of the Twinkie outside, Y/N pounced at the opportunity to abandon her shift and take off to the mainland with her friends. Her petulance buried itself the moment she felt the sun blazing over her skin, tossed aside as Y/N began to remind herself of what she truly loved.

The fresh scent of sea salt rippled through the air as she observed the oceanfront view of the renovation project that she and her friends had declared as their own for the evening. Her legs dangled off the scaffolding as she rested her face against the cool metal railing, eyelashes fluttering as she battled with the water's lullaby that thrashed softly against the rocks below. To keep herself from slumber, she occupied her eyes with the tangerine horizon.

In her peripheral view, John B inched his way closer to the edge of the rooftop, balancing himself on one leg once he reached it.

"What a daredevil," Y/N quipped, amusement riddled between her words as she grinned at him.

John B looked at her through one eye, half of his face scrunched behind his splayed hand to fend off the sun. "You know me, Y/N/N," he smirked, "Always livin' life on the edge."

"That's what, a three-storey fall to the deck?" Pope chimed in from below them, on the deck by himself. "I give you a one-in-three chance of survival.

Humming, John B licked his finger and held it in the air, testing the direction of the wind. "Should I do it?" He asked.

"Yeah, you should jump!" Pope, who had found a drill in his possession, encouraged. He pointed it upwards, aiming at John B. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You're going to shoot me?" John B shot back, literally, with finger guns. He mimicked the sound of gunfire, rapidly pulling the imaginary trigger on the boy below.

Y/N chuckled lowly at the scene in front of her, leaning back as she brought a can to her lips. The bitterness of the beer stained her tongue, a lingering fuzzy sensation left behind by the lukewarm liquid. Immediately, she regretted not leaving it somewhere more shaded.

"They're going to have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kiara reported when she returned from the inside of the building. gushing with disapproval.

"Rich people having. rich people shit?��Shocker." Y/N muttered bitterly. She'd expect nothing less from upperclassmen, especially on properties like the one they'd settled in.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" Kiara sighed, looking up at John B on the roof.

"I can't have cold towels." JJ said matter-of-factly, words dripping with sarcasm.

Still looking at John B, Kiara craned her neck. "Can you please not kill yourself?" She asked.

"And don't spill that beer," JJ warned sternly, chucking his own to the other side after emptying its last drops into his mouth. "I'm not giving you another one."

Y/N scoffed out a laugh, "Yeah, you will."

JJ, offended, looked at her bewilderedly. "I will not."

Y/N raises her eyebrows as if to challenge him, tilting her head as she says, "Yes, you will... you're literally John B's bitch."

The blonde boy's jaw dropped in offence, but before JJ had the chance to get a word in, John B laughed loudly. "Thanks, Y/N/N, good to know you'll always stick up for me－oh shit!"

A strong gust of wind knocked John B off his feet, swaying him as he attempted to keep himself upright. He fumbled the can in the process, losing his grip and letting it fall to the deck, where it splattered across the wooden panels.

"Of course you did." JJ chided dramatically, "Right after I told you."

"Well, I'm not sticking up for you, ow..." Y/N grimaced, staring blankly at John B as he pulled a sheepish grin. Shaking her head, she jested, "God, the things I do for you, and all I get in return is embarrassment."

"That was smooth," Kiara remarked, her attention turned to the fizzling liquid that spewed from the slaughtered can.

"A-plus!" Pope echoed their ridiculing words.

He then walked over to the edge of the balcony, his attention stolen by the intensity of a flashlight.

"Hey!"

Coming face-to-face with a couple of security guards, Pope announced, "Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up."

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll!" JJ exclaimed. He drummed his hands on the metal railing before scrambling backwards to stand. When he leaned over to sneak a glance at security, he recognised a familiar face. "Hey, Gary, is that you? It's good to see you, man!"

Y/N giggled as she watched him climb down to the deck. She also peered over at the officers, but instead of taunting them verbally like JJ, she blew them a kiss, leaving only her middle finger raised when she parted her hand from her lips.

Kiara looked between the two of them with a smile on her face. "Yeah, you two are just asking for it."

One by one, each pogue took off through the house, sprinting through the inside as whoops and hollers bound off of the empty walls. The security guards barricaded them as soon as they stepped foot outside, sending John B and Kiara in one direction. and Pope, JJ, and Y/N in another.

Adrenaline surged through Y/N's body as she darted after the boys, making a beeline for the wooden fence. "Go, go, go, go, go!" she yelled before she put one foot in between the wooden panels and lunged herself over the barrier, following with a shaky, yet successful landing. Pope was not so fortunate, falling flat on his face as he stumbled over his feet.

"Get up, Pope. Fatso's coming." JJ grabbed him by the shoulder, hoisting him back onto his legs.

From behind the fence, Gary's colleague hissed, "Come here, you little pricks!"

It was too late for him. John B and Kiara rolled past in the Twinkie, the door wide open and welcoming to the three remaining pogues. Y/N caught her breath as she nestled into the backseat, a broad smile stretched over her face as the adrenaline settled.

"Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise!" Pope laughed, pointing out the persistence of the security guard, who was still chasing them down on foot.

"Gotta give it to him, though," Y/N spoke through her grin, shrugging. "He's doing pretty well for a man his age."

JJ's request for the van to be slowed down led to him hanging his upper body out of the door, an unopened beer can in his hand. He stretched out his arm, offering it to the man. "C'mon, Gary! C'mere, boy!"

"You're going to give him a heart attack," Kiara cautioned half-heartedly.

"You're so close! You can do it. There you go," JJ coaxed. He tossed the beer to Gary, who stumbled, failing to catch it. JJ groaned teasingly. "Oh, they don't say you enough, bro."

Kiara, more sincerely, pulled JJ back by his shoulder. "JJ, stop. Stop." She smacked him lightly.

"Oh, come on." JJ protested, uncaring for Gary's wellbeing. "That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished."

Gary was long out of sight by the time they passed the border of the Outer Banks, the rusted green sign welcoming them onto their home soil. Y/N listened quietly to the mindless chatter that filled the van, praying to herself that summer would bring her more days like this – moments with her friends that were more sacred than anything.

Maybe Paradise on Earth had more to offer than she thought.

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                guilty pleasure ৎ୭ sarah cameron x fem!reader series

Y/N L/N's eye twitches every time someone calls her a good person.

She is good, a little bit, she thinks. But something about everything she does feels fake. At a face value, Y/N is the epitome of kindness. She's the type of girl you'd think of when you see a pretty flower, or a unique shell hidden within grains of sand at the beach. Her face is adorned by a dazzling smile and bright eyes that light up every room she walks in, and a voice as soft as butter that makes every sentence sound like the sweetest melody ever made.

Maybe that's why it's so easy for her to lie.

It's a nasty habit of hers. She knows that much. But it only started a couple of moths before summer began. See, Y/N was sick of being so perfect. Not that being so kind was costly, or that it bothered her at all, but the problem with being perfect is that there's no thrill. And that, Y/N hated.

Surface level Pogue activity didn't cut it anymore. In Y/N's sixteen years of life she'd learned that as long as you're from The Cut, people don't particularly care about what you do, and harmless crime is not so thrilling when it's expected of you. It was normal－too regular. So what does a perfect girl do to feel something?

Hands intertwine through hair, tugging gently at golden locks whilst velvet lips crash together－messy and uncoordinated. The taste of strawberry chapstick is sweet on Y/N's tongue, the interaction is anything but.

Y/N's sin takes the form of Sarah Cameron.

She knows it's bad－worse than bad, even－but it's just too good. There's something about slipping through open windows and into forbidden territory that's so exhilarating. Pogues may not be welcome on Figure Eight, but Y/N is always welcome in Sarah's bedroom. To Y/N, being with Sarah Cameron is more intoxicating than any liquor she could swallow down. It burns more too.

In fact, it's so good it almost makes her forget why it has to be a secret. Pogues. Kooks. Island rules. Sarah's boyfriend. Kiara. The latter is the only one that matters to Y/N. For some unknown reason, Y/N's best friend has hated Sarah since she escaped her year of imprisonment at the Kook Academy. And as any best friend should do, Y/N subsequently hates her too.

(No, really, she does).

It keeps her up at night when she returns home with the smell of Sarah's vanilla perfume still lingers in the citrus of her own. Her guilt eats her alive, crawling all over her until she buries her head into her pillow to resist screaming. When she really feels it, she itches as the skin near her elbows, never content until the skin goes raw. She tries to peel back the skin to find herself in the flesh and bones, as if the answer is making her rot from within. It's wrong, she tells herself, but it's so right.

Until Sarah Cameron came along, Y/N L/N had never known such a guilty pleasure.

cast: Y/N Y/L/N. Sarah Cameron. Kiara Carrera. JJ Maybank. Pope Heyward. John B Routledge. Elijah Y/L/N. Marina Stonem. Adam Y/L/N.

pairing: sarah cameron x fem!reader

warnings: vulgar language, same sex relationship, underage consumption of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sexual activity (no actual smut), death and violence, cheating, and family issues

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