#jadewrites

[nahoyasboyfriend]

Tate would love it if you have a polaroid camera, he has pictures of you doing anything and everything. He has some of you sleeping, eating, and enjoying your hobbies. But his favorite photos are the ones he takes when you guys fuck. Your big doe eyes looking up at the camera while you take him in your mouth, it drives him insane. He takes more pictures when you let him paint your tits with his cum.

[jadelilac]

Kinktober Day 4!

gonna try to reformat my short story posts since the popular thing to do seems to be to just put the story directly in the post instead of a doc link

this is the last joke entry for a while i swear i'll go back to normal smut after this lol, still +18 beyond this point.

Another beautiful morning for Marie. Her beautiful wife, Melanie, was still fast asleep in their beautiful bed. Marie got up, stretched, and put her eyepatch on before walking out to the beautiful kitchen in her beautiful pajamas. She made a beeline for the pantry, where her treasure awaited. The Wonder bread her wife had just brought home from the store. She pulled the fresh loaf out and produced two slices of the sweet, soft bread. She turned to the toaster. “Oh, yeah. It’s toasting time,” she said to nobody in particular. Indeed, it was toasting time. She stepped over to the toaster, plugged it in, and stuck the bread in. She stared at the toaster, patiently waiting for the timer to tick down. The machine hummed lightly as the coils heated up. Soon, breakfast would be ready.

The toast popped out after a minute, and Marie’s excitement peaked. She snatched it and began chowing down despite the heat. It didn’t phase her, not one bit. The taste was magnificent. Perfectly crunchy, perfectly rich, just perfect in every way. It was as if this bread was made to be toast.

After finishing her toast, she rushed back to bed and gave her wife good-morning head to celebrate a wonderful breakfast.

[jadedoodles]

Good for her 

I hope she feels so loved

I do

Good for you 

I hope you know we misjudged

I do

I hope you still remember

Our time together

And let a smile slip through

I do

[shining-gem34]

||Ignore as I am posting tags

[fanfic-n-tabulous]

I just wanted you to know you are a saving grace to me. You are not simply just a writer, you have changed and impacted my life and brought me happiness when I struggled to find it on my own. Writers like yourself are heros when I need to be saved. You have no idea what that means to me and how much I appreciate and love you for it!

You have created a place where I can go when things are crazy in my life...when I have spent the day managing the ups and downs of having a 4 year old with autism. Or after spending a day having to cope with the hurt and pain that I feel for my 13 year old son who has autism as well and started being bullied on the bus and at school. Kids being so cruel to him that he has tried to kill himself 5 times and has zero self esteem now. You save me on days where my fibro hurts and my depression sucks more than I could explain...kinda like today. I read your work because you help me escape on those days and you're my saving grace in so many ways.

Yesterday was my birthday and it hurt because it went mostly forgotten by the ones I hold dear. Not a text from my brother or a call from my sister. I don't ask or want to be celebrated, just remembered on that special day. And when you feel unimportant to the ones who are most important to you...it stings. So I wanted to turn that pain around. Let the people who have made a difference in my life know how much they mean to me and how much I appreciate them. Wonderful, creative and kind blessings like you are to me. You are so very important to so many! Thank you for sharing your hard work with the world so others can enjoy it. Thank you for your dedication to your craft and creating such wonderful works of art. Yes I know it's just fanfic but boy does it give me what I need when I need it. Helps keep me going and something to look forward to at the end of an exhausting day. Thank you for all you do for me and many others! You are fanfic-n-tabulous and I love and appreciate you!!♡♡

BTW my screen name used to be mrsstevenbuchananstark...I guess I picked a bad day to change my screen name huh! Lol 🙃 This list is in no particular order and I cringe cause I'm sure I overlooked some and that drives me crazy.

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[ts-agere-stuff]

Agere 4

Tw- I don’t think any apply, but let me know if there are some!

summary- Janus wakes up and takes Remus from a call, then Roman and Logan have a 1 on 1 chat.

Chapters- 1, 2, 3, 4

Janus woke up two hours later and gasped, quickly disconnecting.

‘Hey?’ Virgil asked in DMs.

They rubbed at their face, then tried to sit up, not having the energy to really.

‘You okay?’

‘I’m gonna shower.’ Janus typed, still curled up in a ball.

‘That’s good. Are you big now?’

‘You saw me sleep, didn’t you?’

‘That doesn’t answer the question, Dee.’

‘Janus*.’ Janus corrected.

‘You’re still avoiding the question.’

‘I’m old enough to shower.’

Virgil sighed and nodded to himself, ‘fine, just be careful.’

Janus finished that conversation and went to Patton’s about 20 DMs of him finding the character limit and using it to send the most amount of “I love you”s or heart emojis that he could. Janus sent a single heart back and Patton sent a blushing emoji, making them smile. 

Janus finally went to shower and dealt with everything, washing their face too. They got dressed in the most comfortable outfit they could and went back to bed, flopping back on. They grabbed their computer and hopped onto the group world with Roman and Logan still playing. Janus joined VC with them and hummed a greeting.

Logan and Roman said their usual hellos, now more quiet than usual. 

Janus laughed gently, “I’m not like that anymore. I’m fine.”

“We know.” Logan still said in a soft voice.

“Remus is though.” Roman shrugged.

“Oh.” Janus mumbled, trying not to make too much noise with their keyboard. Janus checked Roman’s pronouns again quickly, then hummed, “is he okay?”

“Oh yeah.” Roman shrugged, “he’s just watching me play.”

“Hiiii, Dee!” Remus laughed, “good deedee?”

“Mhm.” Janus hummed something. 

Remus nodded and rubbed at his own eyes, “summer sucks!”

Logan hummed, “yes, its much too humid.”

“Pollen can go bye bye.”

“No, Remus, it can’t. Nothing can re-”

“Bye! Bye!”

Roman started laughing, “chiiiill! Give me a minute to enjoy being the older brother.”

“You’re noooot!”

“Now I am, though.”

“Noooo-” Remus held back laughter.

Logan hummed, “I mean, mentally, he is the older brother.”

Janus faked a gasp, “Oh, dear, It seems you no longer have that point in your favor.”

“That’s stupid!” Remus whined, moving in a way that would make Roman’s character fall off a cliff, knocking him down to half health.

“Remus!” Roman jumped and gently nudged Remus, “cut it out.”

Janus hummed, “Remus, do you want some extra attention as the little brother?”

“Uh-huh!” Remus started clapping. 

“Can you join on your phone so we don’t have to deal with these, hm, how should I say it?”

“Nerds!!”

“That’s the word,” Janus agreed.

“Hey!” Roman and Logan both said at once. 

Janus laughed and called Remus on discord, which Remus answered and went to another room. 

Roman went to the AFK spot by the mob spawner while he rubbed his own face, humming a bit. Logan and him weren’t the best at keeping up a conversation together, but just sitting here on call was enough for him.

“So you regress too?” 

Apparently it wasn’t enough for Logan, though. 

“Shush.” Roman rolled his eyes, messing with his own fingers. 

“Roman, I think almost everyone regresses in the server, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Everyone except you? That’s a bit hard to believe.” Roman snapped back.

“You’re either suggesting someone is faking it or that I am hiding it?” Logan continued chopping down the trees they needed for wood, seemingly bored.

Roman took a moment, then started clicking his bracelet against the desk, “No. I’m… It’s different, you know.”

“How?” Logan gave a dry laugh, “Because you’re annoying?” He teased, knowing Roman didn’t mind.

“Because I’m the server manager and- Logan, you’ve already heard how intimidating I apparently am.”

“Which only confuses me more, you don’t want to be imposing, but you don’t want to show your softer side?”

“Exactly!” Roman nodded to himself, “I have to be soft enough for the princess to let me save them, but not too much that they fall in love with me, you know. That isn’t safe, you know.”

Logan sighed, “What if I help?”

“Help what?”

“Help you take care of yourself while you regress.”

Roman hesitated for a moment, “Logan-”

“Well, I am close enough that I could just go over there if you need that.”

Roman ran a hand through his own hair, “you aren’t driving over here to deal with that of all things.”

“I’m sure Remus would happily pay for the gas.” “Loooooo-” Roman whined, “Come oooooon-”

Logan tilted his head, “What?” 

“You’d get here at like 5 am.”

“You say that like you won’t be up after that.”

“Shush.”

That got a smile and chuckle from Logan. “No, unless you have any actually sincere things to say against it, I will be coming over. Now, what things do you need?”

Roman ran his fingers over his own bracelets, “I’m probably going to- you know- before you get here.”

“That’ll be okay. I can stay on call with you if you wish. I don’t want you to have to regress alone.”

Roman nodded, then got out of the afk area. “You sure?”

Logan logged off and started grabbing things to stay for the weekend, “Roman, you haven’t been doing well. If you need someone there in order to be better, then I’ll happily help. Humans need social interaction, you can’t be completely independent. Understood?”

“Mhm.” Roman pet himself, “got it.”

Logan nodded, “I’m probably going to be silent most of the way, just fair warning.”

“Don’t care.” Roman started working on his farm, focusing on that.

“I’m on my way.” Logan sighed, and made sure everything was ready, then went to his car, getting in, connecting it to the car, “What shall we do when I get there?”

Roman hummed happily and tapped on his keyboard more, “I have coloring books.”

“What of, dear?” Logan asked softly, making Roman giggle and hum, then start ranting about all of the things they would do. 

Hey! If you want to see my new writing for MCYT agere, its over on @dsmp-agere-stuff  Its just started so there’s not much there, but I will try to post on it as often as I can, along with this story on this blog.

[jadesjunk]

Character Bio Example 1

This is an example of some bio writing work for my Red Dead Redemption Online character Eve.

Name: Eve (Last Name TBD)

Short for Evelyn but hates being called by her full name. Comes from her Irish ancestry and named after her deceased aunt. Comes from Aibhilín or Éibhleann, the latter can be derived from the Old Irish óiph ("beauty.")

Alternate nicknames include Evy/Evie which she went by as a child but doesn’t like to be called that anymore.

Also uses the aliases Eliza or Rose and after arriving Lemoyne she may use Rhode as a last name.

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian (Unaware)

Appearance

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 180lbs

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Red head/Ginger

Has always been on the skinny side but after running away her increased activity leaves her often more on the underweight side. She tries to maintain a healthy weight despite her higher metabolism.

Often wears her long red hair in a braid either down her back or over her shoulder.

Prefers wearing loose work shirts and pants with mens boots. In general prefers more masculine apparel but isn’t opposed to occasionally wearing a dress or skirt when in an appropriate situation. She does like mixing up her outfits and has a variety of feminine and masculine apparel, often enjoying wearing nice vests when she can afford them.

Her main outfit consists of a black cowboy hat, red work shirt with a sash around her midsection, basic black pants, black boots, red leather work gloves and a red and black poncho gifted to her by her friend Reyes. She wears a black gun belt covered in an assortment of useful items.

Personality Traits: Kind, Stubborn, Determined, Bit Naive, Quiet

Likes and Dislikes

Likes

Animals

Good food

Comfortable clothes

Being out in nature

Warm weather/summer

Gathering plants or animal samples

Harriet

Dislikes

Having to kill (humans or animals, does it out of necessity)

Poor meals

Being cooped up indoors

The cold/winter

Alligators

Men who assume she should be grateful to be hit on

Family (Living)

??? (Father)

Catherine (Mother)

??? (Eldest Brother)

??? (Middle Brother)

??? (Younger Brother)

Savannah (Previously Claire)

Friends

Wes

Reyes

Faye?

Harriet

Trelawny?

Nazar?

Skills/Work

Eve��s main skills revolve around her witchcraft and animal handling. She’s also an incredibly good cook thanks to her mother and those she’s traveled with. She picks up recipes from all over and has a knack for figuring out what’s missing in a dish just as much as she can sort out what she might need in a particular potion. She seems to have a natural connection with animals as well, able to quickly bond with any horse she rides and often can calm horses she doesn’t know relatively easily.

Eve’s witchcraft mostly revolves around making potions. She does like to make trinkets and talismans as well but she puts more faith in producing potions. She generally avoids rituals and sacrifice as it makes her uncomfortable and she doesn’t like the feeling of possibly calling on devils. Eve’s potions are generally more for improving one’s body such as numbing the body to pain or increasing stamina and improving your sight. She has carefully tested some potions with her horses, finding ways to vitalize them much like herself.

With firearms Eve’s main choice is rifles with short to medium scopes. She can use a pistol/revolver but most of the time prefers to use her rifle without the scope instead. When she isn’t pressured or panicking she’s a great shot but her accuracy greatly decreases the more she panics. She’s also pretty bad at riding or driving and shooting and usually prefers to ride shotgun on a wagon. Sometimes she can fire off several crack shots at enemies heads, killing each in a single shot but other times she panics so terribly she can’t even hit their bodies.

Thanks to Reyes she becomes pretty decent with a bow as well but usually only uses it in hunting for stealth kills. She’s okay with it from horse back but like her rifles is far better when still on a horse or on the ground.

Her skill hunting animals varies, oftentimes she tries to shoot from horseback either to kill with rifle or bow or attempts to tranquilize with her varmint rifle. Due to how erratic and at times small her targets are she has a far harder time making clean kills and sometimes even just hitting the body with the tranqs. She’s gotten incredibly good at tracking animals but unless she gets a solid shot standing still before it runs away (or attacks) she typically fails at getting a clean kill. Eve usually tries to avoid doing hunting, preferring to focus more on managing samples for Harriet. When she does hunt it’s usually more for cooking or if she needs ingredients/materials for other things. She will assist in hunts if needed for the gang but otherwise likes to put her skills to use elsewhere.

Backstory/Past

Eve was born to a relatively affluent family far north of New Hanover. (Traveling to Saint Denis is a several day trip south.) She has three brothers who were brought up to take over her father’s business. As their only daughter Eve was raised under relatively strict parenting. While her brothers were allowed to come and go more freely Eve was often stuck at home or only allowed to go out with her family. What little freedom she had came after she was 15 and she was finally allowed her to go on brief horse rides around their land alone.

Age 15-16: Eve stumbles upon an old leather journal belonging to her great grandmother. It was hidden away in the attic of their home in an old trunk with the last remaining heirlooms of her mother’s side. The pages were worn and frail from age and much of the scrawled handwriting was in gaelic. Eve struggled with translating as she wasn’t as fluent as her mother but she manages to translate most of it. The journal mostly contains accounts of her great grandmother’s life. Mixed in amongst the crumbling pages were recipes and notes on what Eve could only think of as potions, spells and rituals. Eve keeps the journal a secret from her family, carefully translating the contents over to a new journal of her own. Outside of working on the journal she also explores in the forest trying to identify plants. She accidentally poisons herself a few times but fortunately never too seriously and her mother doesn’t catch on.

Age 16-17: Eve discovers an old abandoned cabin deep into the woods beyond her family’s estate. Over the course of the summer she slowly begins cleaning the inside and converting it for her own use. She begins using her riding trips sneak away to the cabin and soon even does so at night. She gets caught coming home once by one of her brothers, thankfully the most understanding one who doesn’t ask questions and instead just helps her get the horse put away and back in bed without being noticed. 

Age 17-18: Potential suitors begin approaching Eve but many end up getting the message she’s not interested and eventually move on to other women. Her mother and father are frustrated by her lack of interest in men. Soon Eve unfortunately catches the eye of one particularly stubborn man who becomes incredibly enamored with her. She repeatedly turns him down and this frustrates him as he knows she would be well off and would make a beautiful wife. He begins to become obsessed with her, believing he deserves her. The suitor is used to getting his way, being a slick and charismatic businessman. 

Age 19: Eve is in her cabin when suddenly the door bursts open. She grabs for her shotgun (in case of predators) and aims it at the intruder. It turns out to be the suitor from town who refuses to leave her alone. After he mocks her and tries to tempt her into marrying him he causes her to panic and she shoots him in the abdomen. He falls flat on the floor of the cabin, blood spilling from the hole in his torso. Eve barely collects herself after retching onto the floor, covers the body in an old blanket and then buries it in the back. She changes clothes, takes her horse (Deseray, a blood bay arabian) and runs away. 

Her family never finds out about the murder, they do eventually suspect the suitor had done something but doubted she eloped with him after so many refusals. A widespread search commences but they never pick up any sign of her and eventually it’s called off. They mourn for her loss and pray that she’s alive and well out there somewhere.

After the murder Eve makes it a town or two over before stopping and gathering herself. Still horribly shaken she decides to head towards Saint Denis as a backup plan. If everything goes wrong she has family there and can contact her parents or brothers if it comes to it. At least she knows the area and how to get there. For a brief while she barely scrapes by in the wilderness before falling in with some Irish travellers on their way to Rhodes. She takes up work cooking and caring for their horses while traveling with them.

Eve learns how to better survive on the road thanks to them and is finally taught how to use a gun properly. By the time they part they gift her with a beautiful cob and point her in the direction of a man named Trelawny. The mysterious con artist gives her work to help her survive and helps her get setup at Rhodes stables with her two horses. Trelawny is the main person who teaches Eve how to talk her way out of issues or use her innocent appearance against others. While she’s still relatively naive and unfortunately a little too trusting he helps sharpen her senses and skills. 

At some point Eve runs into Harriet and picks up work sampling and studying local wildlife. She doesn’t really understand it at the time but while working for the animal enthusiast Eve begins developing a massive crush on her. (Mostly because she’s never been in love or crushing on someone.) Despite Harriet’s eccentricity the pair get along incredibly well (though most of it is Eve listening to Harriet wax on about animals and how horrible hunters are.) She ends up sharing her knowledge of natural remedies and concoctions, delighting Harriet and helping her with developing her sedatives, revivers and so on.

At some point Eve ends up running into Reyes at a saloon after both end up so drunk they start hitting on people of the same sex. (Eve at the time is still unaware that she’s lesbian.) They get thrown out together and Reyes invites her back to his camp to continue drinking. The pair have a good time, mostly downing more alcohol, singing, dancing and howling at the moon. Eve ends up messing up some of her clothes and Reyes gives her a spare poncho to wear. Eve makes a joke while drunk that since they match they’re the “Happy Ponchos” now. The two pass out before sunrise and in the morning she convinces him to let her tag along.

Reyes ends up teaching Eve how to hunt more efficiently and the best way to use as much of an animal carcass as possible. She continues to sticks around him like a lost puppy and learns more than ever before, becoming incredibly proficient in using a bow thanks to him. Eventually she even manages to craft a bow made of antlers from her best buck kill with his help. Through Reyes Eve also runs into her cousin Claire who has since left home and changed her name to Savannah.

[deadpooly]

holy shit im about to finish writing chapter 3 of clean up in ailse 108 and some of the shit i wrote five months ago is both genius and very offensive what the fuck was i doing

[jadephobia]

We live in a world that has been thoroughly carved,

by generations before me but this world is so flawed,

because there are still children who get beat and they starve,

and we as humanity don't question our laws,

Those who think they are above us, they make these rules.

we do as they say and listen to lies taught in schools,

and we agree as we make our own opinions as well.

this world is being destroyed and it'll be our story to tell.

We won't be here though because we sit and do nothing to help,

as the earth crumbles and we collapse, we created this hell,

and all of humanity have done some  inhumane things

to the point where the final bells start to ring.

I will not stand for this sad charity case,

that we have named earth, in which i have lost faith,

we need to find our own stance in this decaying place,

so we could rebuild the poor human race.

I have done nothing to aid this poor planet

I am no better than those who make the quality decrease

the young people around just cant stand it

and its sad because all we want is world peace

[bamby0304]

Could you try to tag @jadewritings instead? Ik this one doesn’t work and I’d reblog and give my comments with this blog but just so I could get tagged at least?

@jadewritings the tag works, so I’ll add you to the list :):)

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Bee’s 7Ks of the Week Masterlist

Thank you to every single person who took part in this challenge 🥰

There’s some absolute gems here you HAVE to check out! Such a great variety! ❤️

Daddy’s Rules - Negan x Daughter!Reader (Smut) by @cole22ann

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Yeah, Right - Jared x Reader (Smut) by @moosekateer13

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Call You Mine - Jensen x Reader (Smangst) by @msmarvelouswinchester

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Don’t Speak - Winchesters x Reader (Dark Fic - TWs apply) by @hoboal87

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Good Boy - Jenneel x Reader (Smut) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

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Most Prized Possession - Stucky x Reader (Smut) by @little-diable

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I’m Taking Everything - Dean x Reader (smut) by @iflostreturntosteverogers

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Closing Time - Dean x Reader (Smut) by @blackshinychevy

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You, Me and Bones - Sam x Reader (S/A/F) by @calaofnoldor

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Always with the Scissors - Dean x Reader x Sam (Smut/angst) by @writethelifeyouwant

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Go for Broke - Ransom x Reader (Smangst) by @firefly-in-darkness

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Bad Girls Underneath - Dean x Jo x Ruby (Smut) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

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If I Can’t Have Her - Negan x Reader (Dark fic - TWs apply) by @jadewritings

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Never Forget - Jenneel x Reader (A/B/O - Smut) by @glazedhoneywriting

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House Party - Jensen x Reader (Smut) by @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

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Sleep Tight - Sam x Reader (Smut) by @thinkinghardhardlythinking

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You Have to be Quiet - Dean x Reader (Smangst) by @waywardbaby​

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Games Night - Dean x Reader (Fluff) by @deansbxtch​

[nahoyasboyfriend]

James obsession with the thought of killing you... He doesn't act on it, In fear that you'll hate him forever for locking you away in this hotel, but he puts the idea on the back burner if you ever decide to leave him one day. Though he doesn't think that'll ever happen.

I think it manifests in weird ways like checking your pulse whenever he gets the chance. He likes feeling the steady rhythm of it, how fast it beats when he fucks you. But the thought of feeling it slow beneath his fingers is so tempting, but he has self control when needed. He is a man of class after all.

He has a fixation on your blood too. He thinks you'd look stunning covered in it, whether it's your own or somebody else's. Sometimes he fantasizes about how pretty your eyes are when you're fearing for your life, how beautiful your cries of pain would be when you're choking on your own blood, and how wonderful it would be to spend eternity with you. He doesn't allow himself to dwell on it often, but it's always a treat when he does.

[jadelilac]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ilwz4K4i8LxbJzA0vqHz5RsyEwrGr81RV85NTvfk1QI/edit yknow what i'm posting this here, backstory for my ocs

cws on page 1

[jadedoodles]

It was one week. It felt like a year.

It was 8pm sitting in the hot tub, Wondering about the bacteria in the water. How many bodies had boiled in here before yours, And looking over, And smiling because he was so at peace.

It was the taste of sugar, Pulled and kneaded into a long rope, An excitement of seeing a craft you’d only watched through screens in person. A taste that you regretted not finding earlier.

It was the wind in your hair, As you revved over the sand. The explanation over the speaker in the cab telling you, That this view was time limited, Since the grass grew better than expected. The feeling of remorse that nature wasn’t allowed to take its course.

It was the ping of an email notification freezing you up, Stopping your heart, Till you remembered you are on vacation. The emails can’t hurt you here.

It was the feeling of relief, When the work number appeared on your phone, And you could silence it, And move on in your mind, in your life.

It was a sunset over the ocean, When the little one pulled you over to the window, Excited by the colors, Wanting to make sure that you didn’t miss the view.

It was one week. It felt like a year.

[auriel187]

Introduction…

My name is Aliyah… My friends call me ‘Ali’ and I am 19.

I like Music, Art, Criminal Minds, Supernatural, Psychology and Marvel (mostly comics)!

I am BLACK! and write Black reader/OC. I made friends on here…Check them out…

@thinkinghardhardlythinking

@waywardbaby

@justagirlinafandomworld

@hiddenwritingsintheworld

@marvelmaree

@okimargarvez

@erin-bo-berin

@carryonmywaywardwriters

@jayloxoxo (first Tumblr friend💜💜💜)

@jadewritings

@metalbuckaroo

@buckylattes

Here are my best boys from before Tumblr!

@scalpeljack

@wackular

I disappear a lot, and I don’t tag my shit (I’m working on it) and I will fight you if you mess with my friends!

I also rant sometimes…be warned!

Here's the Masterlist

Here’s the link to my GoFundMe

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Staying for Pie

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: Mention of injuries, mention of character death 

Squares Filled: More than meets the eye for @spnfluffbingo​

Word Count: 1000ish (Yeah well we all know me and drabbling… rarely happens…)

A/N: This is for 100 drabbles to say I love you. Any SPN fics will be posted here while all Marvel related fics will be on my side blog @until-theend-oftheline​. You can find the masterlist with all the fics if you click on the link above. 

The prompt is: “You can have half” - requested by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters​ 

Betaed by: the amazing @blacktithe7​ - check out her blog y’all

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You had been living with the Winchesters at their Bunker for a few months now. It was the first time since your brother died you had something that resembled a home. You knew it wasn’t your home and you were only here until your wounds had healed properly, which meant your time here was coming to a fast end. You were still limping a little but otherwise you were back to normal. 

You had been on your own for years now, ever since werewolves had killed your parents, and you had been a hunter since you were ten years old and a vampire had broken into your home and drained your baby brother. That night had been the end of your childhood and the end of your warm loving family. It had been all about hunting and revenge ever since. When your parents passed it almost felt like a relief. You felt horrible for feeling like that, and off course you kept hunting. It wasn’t just all you knew, it was who you were. 

It could be lonely at times, but the occasional hook up and nights at roadside bars helped numb the feeling. You hadn’t spent more than a few days with someone until you ran into the Winchesters on a hunt. You and Dean had butted heads a few times and had someone asked you before you got injured, you would have told them he hated you, and you didn’t like him much either. He was gruff, stubborn and bossy. He still was all of those things, but these past few months had shown another side to him as well. 

You had seen how he lovingly teased his brother or how he came into your room in the middle of the night the first few weeks just to make sure you were still breathing. He brought you food and changed your bandages. He asked you how you were feeling before starting to order you back on your legs. It hurt like hell, but he was right there next to you making sure you didn’t fall over and taking all your verbal abuse in stride. 

He was still bossy, stubborn, gruff and annoying as hell, but you came to realize he was all of those things not because he was an asshole but because he cared so deeply for the people around him. 

The bunker wasn’t your home, and you knew that you had to leave now that you were almost back to being yourself, but the same man that you had wanted to get as far away from as possible when you first met him, was now the main reason why you dreaded walking out the door. 

You knew you had to go, and the longer you stayed, the harder it would be to leave. Your mind was made up when you limped towards the kitchen with your duffle bag hanging over your shoulder, fully prepared to tell the brothers thanks for their hospitality, but it was time to go. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you took a break in the doorway, watching Dean pour a gallon of cream into a bowl and plugging in the electric mixer, which he very demonstratively started just as Sam started lecturing him about the heart attack and blot clots that was in his imminent future. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the very weird, biggering display of love in front of you and the brother’s heads instantly turned in your direction. Both their faces fell when they saw you. 

“You’re leaving?” Sam asked, nodding towards your back. 

“Yeah. I’m all healed up thanks to you two. I don’t wanna overstay my welcome,” you shrugged. 

“You haven’t. We got plenty of room here. You can stay as long as you want,” Sam offered, but you just shook your head.

“At least stay for pie,” Dean muttered and your eyes widened, as he turned his back facing the whipped cream again. 

“For pie?” you blinked, looking from Dean’s back over at Sam, who looked just as confused as you felt. 

“Yeah. Sam is a health freak so you can have half,” Dean announced before starting the mixer back up without awaiting your answer. Almost like he was afraid to hear it. You just stayed in the doorway frozen, not sure what to do. Off all the ways you had pictured this conversation in your head, this wasn’t one of them. 

Sam got up from his chair and headed over to you. He smiled down at you as you looked up at him probably looking as confused as you felt. 

“He never offers anyone half. A piece maybe. Never half,” Sam told you silently, so Dean wouldn’t hear over the sound of the mixer. 

“Oh,” was all you were able to say and Sam shook his head, bending down to kiss you cheek before he left. 

“I would like you to stay too by the way. Not just because I haven’t seen Dean this happy in a long time. It’s been fun having someone to do research with,” Sam told you before giving your arm a small squeeze and leaving the room just as the sound of the mixer died down. 

Dean stayed with his back turned against you for a few seconds like he was almost afraid to turn around. When he finally did, the look of relief on his face was evident, and he sent you a huge smile. 

“So you’re staying for pie?” he asked, and you couldn’t help but smile. You let the duffle bag fall onto the floor. 

“Yeah. I’m staying for pie,” you answered silently hoping Dean would give you a reason to stay for longer than that while you ate. 

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