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tagged by @makeadealwithdean Iâve never been tagged in something like this before, and youâve melted my little heart1 Thank you <3
Also sorry iâve been mia, I promise Iâll be back to writing and posting more soon.
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs
- Part 3 (of something that was only ever meant to be a oneshot XD Have a guess)
- A modern supernatural Au (Title in creation)
- My first ever series! (eeeek, iâm so scared. Iâve only ever posted one shots)
- Day four
- Dead in the water
- Miserable at best/dancing on my own
Honestly, send in asks and requests. I need some friendly encouragement to dig myself out of the hole iâm in.
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Started: 06 07 22
Last updated: 22 08 22
Key: â completed, ℠ongoing, ⟠angst, â fluff, ⥠smut
Challenges
various x reader
30 day challenge | Summary: Using a 30 day prompt challenge, a collection of drabbles will be written for various characters. â„ â  âŸ
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SupernaturalÂ
Dean x Sam x Winchester readerÂ
Join the hunt | Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business. â„ âŸ
Dean x reader
Messy kinda love | Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt. â
Crushing (Part one) | Part two | Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/nâs crush. Not everything ends well. â âŸ
Sam x reader
Creepy Crawly | Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil. â â
Bobby x reader
I love you | Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunterâs life ever been simple? â âŸ
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Stranger things (coming soon)
Eddie Munson X reader
Like marmite | Summary: How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies. 18+ â â  âĄ
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
Creepy Crawly
Sam x gn!reader
Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil.
A/n â This is basically what happened to me last night, apart from having a Sam to save me. I slept on the sofa, and I havenât been upstairs since. Dreading going back to bed tonight! I hate spiders!
Warnings â Mentions of Spiders, Mention and description of panic attacks.
Word count â 1026

You just couldnât get comfortable, after going to bed two hours ago, and indulging yourself in your favourite tv show, something just didnât feel right. The bed was too lumpy, too soft, too hard; you were too hot under the duvet cover, but too cold to not have the thin cover over your body. Something just wasnât sitting right, something making the hairs on your arm stand up. It wasnât a monster; the bunker was protected against any evil.
Sitting up slowly, you squinted, taking in your surroundings. It was hard to see with the room being so dark, but nothing was out of place, the wardrobe and bedside table were still situated in the same place. The wardrobe doors were shut like you left them, and your personal items were still scattered across the top of your bedside table. Sighing, you lay back down. Nothing was wrong, but yet something was still off.
âMaybe if I just turn on the lampâ You whispered to yourself, reaching over, and pressing the little switch. The warm yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the room. âNothingâs out of placeâ you talk to yourself âEverythingâs where it belongs.â
Suddenly, you catch movement out the corner of your eye, your head whips round staring at the door. Your heart starts thumping manically, bile rising in your throat. Your hands cover your lips, muffling a small scream, you donât want to wake the boys. The creature starts to move again, towards your bedside table, tears start to pool in your eyes.
âYouâre ok (y/n), just breatheâ you say to yourself, eyes focused on the area where the creature has slinked into the darkness. Slowly, building the courage, you reach forward picking up some easy clothes to change into, as well as grabbing a lore book; thereâs no way youâre sleeping tonight.
Your heart rate has slowed, your breathing coming back to a normal rate. The creature still out of sight. âRight, Iâll grab all my things, and run out the door. Iâll be okâ You give yourself a pep talk. Placing your foot down on the rug, thatâs when you see it.
The big black creature, scurrying across your floor back toward the door, its hairy eight legs moving un-naturally. The spider catches you by surprise and you let out a small squeal. Your eyes follow its every move, your heart pounding out of your chest, tears cascading down your cheeks. You can feel a panic attack coming on.
The spider is now by your door its thick legs tapping the wood. âIâm trappedâ you sputter, âItâs blocking the door. How do I get out?â you question yourself, voice cracking. Your body frozen in place, almost like your paralyzed and the only thing you can move are your eyes.
Abruptly, the spider moves again, this time faster. Its black legs sending chills down your spine, and then it gone again, down by the side of your bedside table. Hoping that it stays there long enough for you to escape, you focus on calming your breathing. Once you feel like you have your body under control again, you wipe the few tears off your face.
Your body is still too scared to fully move, yet youâre able to gather a few items youâll need for the night once youâve left. âThis is so stupid. Itâs probably more scared of me then I am of it⊠maybe not.â You mutter as you pick up your phone, the screen lighting up to read 1am. âI wish I wasnât this scared.â
Leaning down to grab your phone charger from the plug socket, your hand brushes the plastic plug, before freezing. Youâre in a stare off, the dark big spider, blending into your dark oak side table. It leaps towards you, its hairy thick legs rushing towards your exposed skin.
Itâs now or never, as the spider almost lands on you, you grab the few things you had already gathered, before sprinting to your door. Throwing it open, the door ricochets on its hinge. But you donât look back, your legs carrying you towards your location and away from your worst nightmare. âI guess the bunker does let some evil inâ you pant as you arrive in the library.
Finding the small, comfy seat in the corner, you sit down with a sigh, being away from the spider means that its easier for you think clearly. Checking the time, you see that its 2:30am. âIt took me an hour and a half to escape. But at least Iâm safe now!â You let out a breathy laugh, âI can hunt the things that go bump in the night but canât save myself from a spider.â
When you open your eyes, its early morning, your head feels groggy but youâre glad you managed to get some shut eye. All you can remember before you went to sleep was the big black spider, youâre surprised you didnât have a nightmare. âI wonder if itâs still in my roomâ You murmur, thoughts of the creature of darkness crawling over your skin as you try to sleep.
Promptly, your thoughts were interrupted the door to the library opening, as Sam padded in, yawning, and stretching; a small amount of his flannel rising, displaying his sculpted stomach.
âOh, (y/a)! What are you doing up sweetheart?â He questioned, his eyes calming and soothing. Tears started to build up in your eyes, a small one dribbling down your cheek. His face scrunching up in worry.
âThere was a spider, in my room. Like big.â You wave your hands around to demonstrate.
âWhy didnât you wake me (y/n), you know I would have saved youâ Sam mumbled, wiping the tears away from the corners of your eyes.
âIâm sorry.â
âNothing to be sorry about Sweetheart. Go to my room, get some sleep and Iâll go check your roomâ
Standing silently, you nod your head at the gentle giant, a breathy âthank youâ tumbling off of your lips.
You might be scared of spiders, but you smile as you know the boys, especially your man will always protect you; even if itâs just a creepy crawly.
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Thank you so much hun! Iâve had a really shitty last few days, and youâve just made my week!
Posts might be a little sporadic this week, Sorry!
Iâm on a training course, and itâs very hectic and is taking a lot out of me :(
Part 2 of Join the hunt will be uploaded at some point this week :)
Requested part 2 of crushing is in the works.
And hopefully next week will have calmed down and Iâll post some more :)