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ScribblySquid’s Masterlist

Hi welcome to my page! My name is ScribblySquid, also known as Squiddy or Squid. I primarily write stories about [y]our lovely King of Hell! I hope you enjoy my writing! All stories I write will be linked down below.

🌻Continuously revised with links to new material - last update November 26th, 2025🌻

One-Shots

Paradise in Hell - 12/23/24

Jealousy of the Devil (NSFW) - 12/28/24

Dream a little Dream of Me - 11/27/25

Devilishly Yours(NSFW Valentine’s Special) - Coming Soon

Connection(NSFW) - Coming Soon

Imagines

Oblivious - 12/18/24

Sexting - 12/26/24

Sanctuary- 01/18/25

Need- 05/23/25

Mini-Series/Series

Anyone, Anything - Ongoing

Apple of my Eye - Coming Soon

Sympathy for The Devil (SPN Crossover) - Ongoing

Guardian Angel - Coming Soon

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batterycityghoul

just this once...everybody lives

vampireb4it

whatever you do, DON’T think about josh waking up the morning after the prank and everyone being cagey and indirect about where his sisters are. everyone keeps telling him “it was a joke,” but he can’t piece together the story in a way that makes sense.

sam and mike are nearly frostbitten from how long they spent searching in the snow. chris got his information from ashley, who bit her nails down to the beds overnight. the others could barely look him in the eye. josh can’t figure out if his headache is related to the hangover or the idea of his sisters, humiliated and alone, lost somewhere on the mountain without him.

and where was he when they needed him? drunk, passed out? the last thing he remembers is a hazy glimpse of his baby sisters dragging him to the same couch where he awoke 10 hours later. he sees their faces but the edges of the memory are blurred and undefined. the sound of their voices and laughter is already fading away and running through his fingers like sand. all that’s left is the howling of the wind.