#October Writing Challenege

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gyahhh heres my galasynth piece for this year,, i think i could have posted it earlier but i dont like making non art posts so i sat on this one to say it was my birthday yesterday and i am 18yo now,,,,, turns into ash and blows away in the wind

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The false human freezes in place as he tries to imagine what’s waiting for him. Considering how annoyed Mike is with the fact James consistently reports the guard’s injuries, it won’t be anything good. At best, a lecture almost exactly word for word of the one Scott laments at least once a week. At worst, getting the tables turned and being ‘snitched on’ instead of the other way around.

James straightens his rumpled shirt. Gives a cursory glance over himself to ensure no bruises can be seen on his arms. Nothing’s visible, and his ankle is completely hidden by his pant leg. His head is beginning to throb again, there’s no denying he isn’t at 100%, but it’s nothing too concerning, nor should Mike be able to discern anything.

Confident his injuries are undetectable, he strolls into the restaurant, walking straight toward the back where Fazbear’s only veteran guard will be waiting.

And he is, except not inside the office where James always finds him. Mike is waiting in the hallway, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, icy blue eyes staring daggers into him.

Panic threatens to make the doctor turn on his heel and walk right back out of the building. Because Mike wears a look of someone who knows something. And the only way that’s possible is if he had been told.

What did Scott say? Did he simply inform the guard James had an incident, or were no details sparred as he recounted their interaction from the previous night? If it’s the latter, then how does Mike feel about such a revelation?

“Snitches,” the guard growls lowly, stopping James in his tracks. “Want to tell me why the hell you’re limping, fucker?”

James slowly exhales through his nose as it becomes clear Scott had kept his promise. Truthfully, he was a bit foolish thinking he could hide anything from the guard, at least when it’s related to injuries. “I hadn’t noticed I was.”

“You look like shit,” Mike berates. “The fuck happened?”

The doctor hesitates, searching for a suitable response that can’t raise suspicion even if it gets repeated. Half-truths have yet to lead him astray. “Climbing accident.”

[flufftober]

So do I have to write the stuff on tumblr? I was think I'll write on ao3 and post there, then leave a link on tumblr each day too? Is that allowed

P.s. this is gonna be a challenege but I'm really looking forward to it!!

Hey there 😊 thanks for your ask!

I think about 90% of the entries we reblog here are links to fics posted on ao3 😉 so yes, that's perfectly fine.

There is an ao3 collection called Flufftober 2024 (either flufftober2024 or as flufftober_2024, both are ours) that will open on October 1st.

Looking forward to seeing your entries, Happy Creating 💚

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A, B, and E for the fanfic as game please!!!

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

I am notoriously bad at coming up with titles. My ass can sit there and write literally thousands of words of exposition and then turn around and be crippled by the title choice. I think, thus far in my writing career, my titles end up being something that is said in the story itself? I seriously have no creative process for titles though🥲 Inevitable is Inevitable b/c they're soulmates and they're joining is inevitable. A Fresh Start is A Fresh Start b/c she needs a fresh start. Take Care of You is Take Care of you b/c Joel wants to... Do you see what I mean? 🤡

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Not to trauma dump and run, but a lot of times the themes I explore in my stories are based on my own traumas that I want to work through. On here, not so much or at least not specifically, but there is one pretty significant trauma I wrote about in my Marvel story on AO3 b/c it took me so long to come to terms with it and I wanted to help anyone who read my story and speak on that message. But again, it's 8AM and I won't ruin anyone's morning with unnecessary angst lolol. As for TCOY, that personal experience is: I really want a sugar daddy so I don't have to work anymore🥴

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

It's less a sequel and more just a 'part 2', but on my fic 'The World Ended' which was a dark!Joel oneshot. I put hints of Ezra (the Pedro character from Prospect) in it. Ideally, I would love to do a sequel to that where it's a different reader than the one with Joel but it focuses on a dark!Ezra where he's a cult leader. Idk what it is about Ezra that screams cult leader to me but I have latched onto that and my brain won't let go. The original was written for the Haunted Hoedown challenege which was why Joel was a darker version, so maybe I'll put out a Cult Leader!Ezra during October as a follow up?

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Whisper

Title: Whisper

Day: October 17

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Casifer x Reader

Tags: dub-con, non-con, Casifer, dark!fic, grace, oral, teleporting

Beta: @jessyackles

Fic Aesthetic: Me

A/N: This is a part two of sorts to October 2nd’s story, Lookalike.

Written for: @horrificmemes ‘s October Writing Challenge

You woke up underneath the Eiffel Tower.  The lights were a beautiful contrast against the night sky.  You felt calm and content looking at the masterpiece above you until you heard a voice.

“The view is almost as beautiful as you are, Y/N.”

You sat at looking for him.  Lucifer was nowhere to be seen.  In fact, no one was around.  You were alone, lying naked on a blanket in Paris with no one else around you.   Lucifer was just a whisper inside your head. The memories of what Lucifer had done to you washed over you.

“Lucifer, where are you?” You sighed.

“I am everywhere, doll face.  If you don’t like the view, I can change it for you.  How about here?”

Suddenly, you were in a posh bedroom you didn’t recognize.  The cold, silk sheets beneath you gave you goosebumps as you sat up and looked around the room. You felt out of place in the sophisticated, chic room.  You jumped as you felt a cool touch on your shoulder.

“I thought you always wanted an evening in Paris with ole Cassie, but maybe you’d prefer this fancy bedroom?”  Lucifer was using Castiel’s grace to slowly move down your chest.   As much as you tried to move away, the cool tingly sensation wouldn’t budge.

“He has a lot of memories of you in his noggin.  I know it wasn’t your first time, you dirty bird.  I, myself, quite enjoyed myself and if you stop lying to yourself I think you did, too.”  The grace was circling your nipples as another strand on grace began to circle your clit.

“Lucifer,” you hissed sharply as you grasped at the sheets.

He chuckled, “I never get tired of hearing you say my name.  You’re such a good girl for me when you scream it, Y/N.”  Grace was thrust inside you repeatedly as it circled your clit and tweaked your nipples.  You tried to fight against the orgasm that was building inside of you, but there was no use.

“Lucifer, please,” you brokenly sobbed.

“Please what, Y/N?”

“Take me, b-but let Cas go,” your orgasm crashed through you and once it was over, you felt more shame than the previous orgasms Lucifer had stolen from you.

“Let’s try this again,” Lucifer suggested and you were in another new place. This time, the beautiful fall leaves surrounded you. It was dusk and the sun was just breaking through the horizon.  The sounds of happy birds and crickets put a smile on our face before Lucifer was in front of you.

“Y/N,”  Lucifer’s voice was different this time.  It almost sounded like Castiel.  

“Cas?” you hurriedly inquired as your face light up with hope as you found his shining blue eyes.

“Yes, Y/N, it’s me.  I don’t have much time.  You need to give Lucifer what he wants.  Do not worry about me.  Do not feel shame.  Give Lucifer what he wants. I love you, Y/N,” Cas advised.

“”What are you talking about, Cas?”

“Oh, sorry.  Cas isn’t here right now, please leave a message at the beep,” Lucifer responded sarcastically.  “Fall is your favorite season.  Maybe some outdoor fun will change your mind?” he winked.

“Lucifer,” you began as you swallowed hard, “I’m yours.”

“Just like that?” he asked unsure.  You nodded.

“Hm, I’ll have to send dad a thank you card for making this then.”

“I have one request that does not involve Castiel or trying to get out of this, and then you can do whatever you want.”

“Name it,” he shot back instantly.

“I need to see Sam and Dean for five minutes to tell them that I am going away, indefinitely, and to never look for me. To never try to save me.  To just move on and forget that I never existed.  I think we both know how determined and in-the-way they can be,” you stated as you got on your knees in front of him and began to undo his belt.

“Let’s finish here, then we’ll see about your chat with boys.  Let’s see just how much of a good girl you’re going to be for me from now on.”

“Yes, Lucifer,” you responded and you unsheathed Castiel’s cock from its confines.

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Day 3 of the OCtober challenege is: your favorite OC. By far Roi from my Redlands story is my favorite to write and draw. Even with the challenge of drawing wings I always enjoy drawing her. . . . . #artistsofinstagram #drawing #wingedgirl #wingedgirlsketch #wings #winged #flying #birdgirl #roi #roi #redlands #plaidred #octoberartchallenege #oc #OCtober #characterdesign #drawing #traditionalart #traditionalartist #pencilsketch #sketch https://www.instagram.com/p/CF57SSqglPK/?igshid=illd34gyvdzx

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Revenge

Title: Revenge

Day: October 1

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Tags: Dark, Violence, Language, Blood, Torture, Non-Con, Knives, Mentions of death, Restraints

Beta: @jessyackles

Fic Aesthetic: Me

Written for: October Writing Challenge for @horrificmemes

“I am going to kill you, you know that, right?” You looked up at Lucifer with anger radiating off of you.

“Oh, honey,” Lucifer looked at you with a pathetic look as he continued to patronize you, “there have been way better people that have tried to kill me. Do you really think some little sweetheart of a hunter could kill me?”

You reached out to punch him in his smug fucking face, but the shackles kept you in your place.  He had kept you here for days. Was it two? Three?  You had lost track of how long he had kept you here. Surely, the Winchesters would be on their way to rescue you...right?  

“Sweetheart, you’re going to tire yourself out and we haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff yet,” he smirked as he ran the rusty blade down your blood-soaked chest.

You ground your teeth together so hard it hurt. Lucifer’s eyes were glowing red as he carved into your chest.  You willed yourself to keep quiet, but your body betrayed you as a whimper escaped your lips.

“Baby, you know I love to hear you scream for me.  Come on, Y/N, scream for me like a good little slut,” he demanded as he dug the blade in deeper into your flesh as sank a finger inside your heat.  The pain left your dry throat in the form of a ragged, pathetic scream.  “That’s a good little bitch.  I’m going to take out my revenge on you for all the shit you and those fucking Winchesters put me through.  When I am done with you, you’re going to beg me to kill you.”

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Closet

Title: Closet

Day: October 8

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader x Dean (no wincest)

Tags: Cheating, rough sex, cuckholding, masturbation

Beta: @jessyackles

Written for: @horrificmemes ‘s October Writing Challenge

You love Sam.  You have from the first moment you met his chestnut eyes.  He is your whole world and nothing could ever change that.  Even with Sam died, you still loved him.  After he died, you and Dean became close.  A shoulder to cry on became a friend to keep you company which turned into long, passionate nights that ended in sweat and cuddling.  While you still loved Sam, you were settling into a comfortable routine with Dean.  At least, you were comfortable until Sam showed back up again.

You never told Sam what happened between you and Dean.  Sam was back, but without his soul.  You settled back into your routine with Sam and everything was fine, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Dean.

Against your better judgment, you started sleeping with Dean behind Sam’s back.  You hated yourself for it, but you couldn’t get enough of the older Winchester.  Today, Sam went out to do some research at the local library which meant that you could have some quality time Dean.

You were both naked and just climbed on top of Dean and began to sink down on his cock when you heard a door slam closed.  “Shit, that has to be Sam!” you whispered to Dean.

“What do we do?” Dean asked.

“Quick, get in the closet!” You offered.  He shot you a look but quickly scrambled in as Sam’s footsteps got louder.  You laid down on the bed and spread yourself and began to play with yourself just as Sam walked through the door.  

“Starting without me?” Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.  You smiled as you sat up.

“I just couldn’t wait until you got home.  I need you, Sam,” you moaned.  He stripped down in record time and joined you on the bed.  He dipped a finger inside you.  “You’re already so fucking wet for me.  Hands and knees, Y/N.” Sam ordered.

You assumed the position, facing the closet.  If you tried, you could make out Dean through the slats.  Sam lined himself and slammed into you. You moaned loudly at the feeling of having him deep inside you.

“Fucking love this cunt,” Sam moaned and he thrust into you hard.  You whimpered as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked.  “This pussy belongs to me.  You cum on my cock, Y/N.  Don’t fucking forget it.”

“Fuck, Sam. I love your cock,” you screamed looking into Dean’s eyes as he pumped his own cock.

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Childhood Fear

Title: Childhood Fear

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Clowns, Halloween, costumes, angst?, fluff?, crack?, language, and did I mention clowns?

Beta: @jessyackles

Fic Aesthetic: Me

Written for: @horrificmemes ‘s October Writing Challenge

A/N: THIS FIC IS ABOUT CLOWNS. I REPEAT, THIS FIC IS ABOUT CLOWNS AND THERE IS A PICTURE OF A CLOWN IN THE AESTHETIC. Now, with that said, this is not about some killer clown.  This involves Dean dressed up as a clown for Halloween. Everything below the cut.

To say that you hated clowns would be an understatement.  You loathed the sight of them. You detested their creepy make-up.  You despised their incessant too-happy demeanor.  Most of all, you despised the abhorrent abundance of them during your favorite month.

Dean was way more into Halloween than you thought and he insisted on everyone putting on their costumes to make sure that the three of you, in his words, looked awesome.  There was no fighting him, so you went to your room and put on your simple cat costume.  You loved Halloween and the month that went along with it.  You loved the crisp, cool breeze that made the fallen changing leaves blow around aimlessly on the ground.  You loved being able to break out the fuzzy sweaters and cozy sweatpants.

Your costume was cute and simple. You wore a low cut black top, a flowy mid-thigh skirt, and a simple pair of matching black flats. You let your hair flow freely with your cat ear headband placed on top of your head.  You clipped on your fuzzy black tail as you made your way out to the war room to see Sam waiting.

“A firefighter, Sam? Really?” you asked with a laugh.

He flashed you his bright smile before giving you a shrug.  “I hate Halloween, but I’ve realized that I do pretty well if I try,” he finished with a wink.

“Of course.  I mean, look at you.  You’re not even wearing a shirt.  Wait, did you rub baby oil on your chest?” You asked as you opened his coat jacket wider.

“What’s up, pussycat?” Dean asked behind you.  You smiled before you turned around to greet him, but as you turned around you felt your stomach twist into knots before a blood-curdling scream left your throat.   You began to sob as you backed up as quickly as you could to the safety of Sam’s arms.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? It’s Dean.” Sam tried to reassure you.

“I-it’s a fucking clown!” you sobbed.

“Woah there, darlin’,” Dean said as he took off his rainbow wig and red nose.  “I didn't mean to scare you.  I thought I’d mix it up this year and go as something goofy.”

“You asshole!”

You turned and cried into Sam’s oiled chest.  

Dean and Sam kept looking at each other, communicating silently.

“Are you scared of clowns, too, Y/N?” Sam asked quietly as he continued to rub your back.

You could only nod your head.

A few minutes later you had calmed down and your tears had stopped.  “You know, you could really tone down the baby oil, Sam.”

“Hey, Y/N?”  It was Dean’s voice calling out to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.  “I took off all that clown stuff. Can we talk?”

You slowly turned around and were relieved when you say that he was telling you the truth.  The three of you.  “Look, I did not mean for what happened back there to go down like that,” Dean began only for you to cut him off.

“I just never thought that you would use my childhood fear against me like that, Dean.  It really hurt,” you admitted.  

“Woah, no.  I did not know what you hated clowns.  I mean, I know that Sammy does, but you?”  Dean looked sincere and you couldn’t help but feel bad now.

“One night all three of us were drinking and you were teasing Sam about it and I mentioned that it is nothing to be embarrassed about because I’m scared of them, too.  Remember?”

Dean thought for a minute before slowly shaking his head.  “Honestly, I don’t.  If I did I never would have done that to you, Y/N.”

“Wait, so you’d gladly scare the shit out me?” Sam interjected.

“Hell yeah, I would!” Dean exclaimed with a smile.

“Bitch.” “Jerk.”

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October Writing Challenge Masterlist!

Because I can’t help myself, I agreed to do another challenge. This time, I am doing the October Writing Challenge for @horrificmemes 

The prompts I’ve chosen and is under the cut! 

Revenge - Lucifer x Reader

Lookalike - Casifer x Reader

Distrust - Dean x Reader

Scream - Castiel x Reader

Night Sky - Sam x Reader

Pact - Dean x Reader

Visitor - Demon!Dean x Reader

Closet - Soulless!Sam x Reader x Dean (no wincest)

Nightmare - Dean x Reader

Basement - Crowley x Reader

Childhood Fear - Dean x Reader

Guilt - Dean x Reader

Warning - Soulless!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Paranoia - Lucifer x Reader

Near Death - Sam x Reader

Silence - John x Reader

Whisper - Casifer x Reader

Followed - Unknown x Reader

Purgatory - Castiel x Reader

Trapdoor - Dean x Reader

Missing - Sam x Reader

Senses - Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader (A/B/O)

Killer - Dean x Reader

Torture - Ketch x Reader.

Magical - Witch!Reader x Dean.

Abducted - Lucifer x Reader.

Apocalypse - Charlie x Reader

Injury - Castiel x Reader

Bloodstain -  Dean x Reader

Temptation - Lucifer x Reader

Trick - Crowley x Reader

Please note that some of these drabbles will have dark themes and potentially triggering content.  Each fic will be tagged accordingly, so please read the tags!

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Scream

Title: Scream

Day: October 4

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Tags: Dark, Torture, Screaming, Crying, Blood, Violence, Mentions of Death, Kidnapping, Language, implied rape

Beta: @jessyackles

Fic Aesthetic: Me

Written for: @horrificmemes  ‘s October Writing Challenge

You still couldn’t believe they got him.  Castiel was a fucking Angel of the Lord and they got him.  You thought it was torture not knowing where he was or what was happening, but only until they capture you did the real torture begin.

You had called in every favor you had and then some to locate Castiel.  Once you finally found out that he was being held captive in an old abandoned school you took off immediately to find him.  As you laid on the cold floor tied to the leg of the table, the words of the Winchester brothers mocked you.

You can’t just run in like this, Y/N.

He’s going to be okay.

There has to be another way.  

There’s always another way.

You’re going to get yourself killed!

The words replayed on repeat in your head driving you crazy.

And then it started again. The scream. The scream of your boyfriend in agony.  They had been torturing him longer than they had you here for.  This, this was your torture.  Always hearing the defeated screams of your boyfriend without being able to stop it.

You were pulled out of your sobs when you heard footsteps.

“Your little boyfriend isn’t playing nice, so we’re going to step this up,” the man graveled as he undid the rope bindings on your hands.  As quickly as you began to fight, you were subdued.  You couldn’t tell how many men there were with the sack thrown over your head, but you knew fighting was useless even though you tried.

“Well look who we have here, Castiel.  Your pathetic little bitch of a girlfriend tried to rescue you.  Since you’re not telling us what we want, we thought this little whore might be some motivation for you.

“Y/N,” Castiel’s voice had never reached your ears sounding so pathetic and weak.

You were sobbing again as one of the men yanked down your jeans and panties.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

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Night Sky

Title: Night Sky

Day: October 5

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Star Gazing, Kissing, Gun Fire

Beta: @jessyackles

Written for: October Writing Challenge for @horrificmemes

You woke up to Sam’s voice sweetly saying your name.  You rubbed your eyes and looked around.  It was night and you were in the Impala.  “What are we doing here?” you asked him.

“It’s a surprise,” he replied as his face held a wide smile.  He leaned over you to open your door and encouraged you to get out and join him with a soft kiss on the forehead. You climbed out of the front seat to see Sam placing a big fuzzy blanket on the car’s hood.  Just as you were about to open your mouth to ask another question, he swept you up into his strong arms and placed you on top of it.

“Dean is going to kill us if we hurt Baby,” you teased.

“Can we not talk about him right now, Y/N?” Sam gave you a playing nudge with his elbow as he climbed onto the hood with you.  Your backs were against the windshield.  You laid your head on his chest and snuggled into his side.  Sam tucked you in tighter into his embrace.  You sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before you asked, “So what’s the surprise, baby?”

“You’re so impatient, Y/N,” he said with a laugh.  “There is a meteor shower happening tonight, so I thought I would drive you out into the middle of nowhere so we would have a nice view of the night sky.  I want to give you the moon and the stars, and this is the best that I can do.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at Sam’s sweet gesture.  He bent down and captured your lips to his.  You reached up your hand to cradle his face when you heard it.

“Y/N, run!” Sam screamed at you as the bullets continued to fly.

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Guilt

Title: Guilt

Day: October 12

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Guilt, crying, death, sad, emotional, grieving, funeral, loss, S1-S13 spoilers? language

Beta: @jessyackles

Fic Aesthetic: Me

Written for: @horrificmemes ‘s October Writing Challenge

Sam did his best to take care of everything for Dean.  Dean was in no state to handle this.  I mean, could anyone blame him?  They had overcome so much together: yellow eyes, Lucifer, The Darkness, Dick, the end of the world, other worlds, the birth of Jack, Amara, the Mark of Cain, their mother coming back, the death of their father, the invasion of the British Men of Letters, and the list goes on and on.

Sam had thought that he had seen Dean at his lowest, but nothing compared to how he was dealing with your death.  Dean kept rolling through stages one through four of grief.  Each time he thought Dean was starting to move on to stage five, the upward turn, he would just spiral back down.

As the day of your funeral approached, Dean wouldn’t do anything.  He was in your room in the bunker and wouldn’t leave.  He would wander around your room looking at all of your little knick-knacks that he use to think were silly.  He used to tease you about having to stop and pick up something anytime you were in a new place.  He found the shoebox in your closet where you kept every little thing that Dean had ever given you or that reminded you of him.

You kept all the ticket stubs from the movies that you went to.  You had every flower that he ever gave you pressed into a large book and labeled the reason, flower, and date.  You kept the notes and postcard that you received.  You had more pictures than Dean even knew you had.   You even still had the bloodstained flannel shirt that he gave you to wear on your first hunt together after your shirt got ripped to shreds by that damn werewolf.

When Sam walked into your room, Dean was sitting on your bed holding that flannel shirt and the small stuffed squirrel you picked up in Seattle while listening to your favorite playlist on your phone.

“Dean, it’s time,” Sam said softly.  Silently Dean got up to shower and get dressed.  The drive to the funeral was silent.  Dean let Sam drive with no fuss.  When they arrived, the few people that Sam had invited were already there.

Dean had found the letter of your final wishes when he was in your room and couldn’t bring himself to read it, so he gave it to Sam.  You wanted a funeral ceremony outside with only a few of your closest friends and you wanted Castiel to lead the service and say a few words.  You didn’t care for the hunter’s funeral, but you left that decision up to Dean.  He still wouldn’t tell Sam what to do.

Dean wasn’t listening to a single word that was spoken that day.  He kept beating himself up over letting you go alone.  You kept reassuring him that you’d be fine.  He knew that you were more than capable of handling yourself and he hated making you feel like you weren’t.  You flashed him your contagious smile and left.  He couldn’t believe that was the last time he would ever see you again.

Dean placed the statice flowers in your hand and walked away after looking at you for the last and final time.

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Silence

Title: Silence

Day: October 16

Rating: Mature

Pairing: John x Reader

Tags: motel sex, secrets

Beta: @jessyackles​

Fic Aesthetic: Me

Written for: @horrificmemes ‘s October Writing Challenge

The bed squeaked as you plopped down.  The Winchester troupe dropped you off at the motel so they could go to the bar and drinking away their problems.  All you really wanted right now was a long, hot shower, a few good orgasms, and a restful night’s sleep.  

You stripped off all your clothes and made your way to the bathroom.  The water pressure left much to be desired.  If only one of these rundown motels would have a worthwhile shower.  You finished washing your hair and your body and stepped out of the shower.  You were about to walk back into the bedroom when you heard voices.  Wrapping yourself in your towel, you cautiously opened the door to see Sam, Dean, and John.

“Son of a bitch! Really? Did you guys get kicked out that quickly?” you questioned as you rolled your eyes.

“The bar is closed.  We grabbed some beers at the store and came back,” Sam offered.

“All I wanted is some time to myself, but no,” you said under your breath.

Sam and Dean drank all of the beer by themselves, minus one for John.  You were silent on the bed as you aimlessly looked through stuff on your phone.  The squeak of the bed caused you to look up.  John was taking off his boots.  It was only now that you realized Sam and Dean were passed on out their bed.  

“Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch, sweetheart,” John assured quietly.

“Why is that?” you quipped as you bit your lip.

“Oh darlin’, I don’t think-” John started to say, but you put your finger your to lips to shush him.

You got on the floor on your hands and knees as you began to unbuckle his jeans.  John’s heavy breathing was the only thing breaking the silence of the room.  

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Nightmare

Title: Nightmare

Day: October 9

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Nightmares, Fears, Abandonment, Crying, Implied Abuse, Cuddling, Blood, Violence, Self Doubt, Put-Downs, Abusive Language

Beta: @jessyackles

Written for: @horrificmemes ‘s October Writing Challenge

“Stop, please!” you begged as you sobbed.  The man stood over you with hatred in his eyes and blood dripping from his fist.  

“You’re fuckin’ pathetic, Y/N,” he said before spitting on you and vanishing.

You walked alone through the deep, thick woods.  It was October and the weather had already begun to turn chilly, especially at night.  You were barefoot and only wearing a bloodied, cotton nightgown.  You tried your best to avoid sticks and rocks as you fought your way through the woods.

You sighed in relief as you saw a clearing up ahead. Once you reached it, you noticed there was a small pond.  You decided to sit down on an old log near it and look up to the night sky.  If there was one good thing about this place was that you had a wonderful view of the stars.

“Pretty ain’t it?” Dean asked, suddenly beside you.

“Yeah,” you breathed out as you continued to stare up at the beauty above you.

“I don’t know why I’m with you.  I could do so much better than you, Y/N,” Dean admitted as if it was nothing.

“What?”  It was more of a statement than a question because you knew he was right.  Dean was too handsome for you, too brave, too strong, too everything.  He was able to fight through literal hell and beyond.  What can you do? You can’t even open the jar of pickles without asking for help.  You were little help on hunts and with research and both Winchesters knew it.

“You’re right.  You are useless.  He was right, ya know.  You are pathetic. And worthless.  You’ll never amount to anything and all you will ever be is a disappointment to yourself and everyone you care about,” Dean confirmed.

You were sobbing and Dean was gone.  You were alone again with your dark thoughts and all the stars had disappeared from the sky.

“Y/N!” Dean was yelling at you and shaking you.  You sat up covered in sweat and tears.

“Dean?” you asked as you turned to him.  

“Yeah, baby, it’s me.  I got you. Come here,” he whispered as he held his arms open wide for you to crawl into.  You complied and let him embrace you as you cried onto his chest.

You were able to make out that you were in your shared room in the bunker.  You were on the soft, memory foam mattress. You crying eventually stopped as Dean rubbed your back and placed chaste kissed on the top of your head.

“That seemed like a bad one,” Dean whispered, finally breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah, it’s the worst nightmare that I have, Dean,” you admitted.

Dean didn’t have to ask anymore.  He loved you more than anything you had opened up to him about your past, your worst fears, and the horrid nightmares that filled your head at night.

“I love you, Y/N, and I will always love you. Always.”

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Pact

Title: Pact

Day: October 6

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: Dark, Mentions of Death, Blood, Violence, Guns,

Beta: @jessyackles

Written for: October Writing Challenge for @horrificmemes

This was supposed to be just like every other hunt.  This was supposed to be a piece of cake. This was supposed to be quick and easy.  Instead, you were covered in blood.  Your blood.  Sam’s blood. Dean’s blood.

Dean pulled you away just for a moment.  He frantically grabbed your arms and look you deep in the eyes.  “Y/N, you remember our pact, right?”  You stared at him.  He can’t be serious.

“Y/N, our pact,” he shook your arms as you continued to sob.  “You promised me, Y/N! You fucking promised me!”  Your body was going limp as you tried to go into the fetal position, but Dean’s strong arms held you in place.

If you tried really hard you could remember talking with Dean one night about this.  You were laying in his bed cuddling after a vigorous of passion.  He whispered it just as you were falling asleep.

Y/N, if we are ever out on a hunt and things get bad, like real bad, I need you to promise me something.  I need you to kill me before the monsters have a chance to.  I can’t go out at their hands.  It’ll be our pact.  Please, Y/N, promise me.

You whispered that you promise right before you fell asleep.  You hadn’t thought about that since that night many moons ago.  You thought it would never come to this.

You froze as you felt the cold piece of metal that Dean slipped into your hand.  Your whole body was shaking.

“Y/N, please! You promised me. Do it!” Dean begged.

“Hey, I need back up!” Sam yelled as he continued the fight seemingly unaware of the scene happening between you and Dean.

You noticed the monster fighting with Sam.  Dean was standing just to the right.

“Fucking do it, Y/N, please!” his plead came out as a tear rolled down his face.

Your eyes kept flickering between the two.  You finally made up your mind. With a shaking hand, you raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

You hit your target and they fell to the ground in a puddle of their own blood.

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