It's saturday as usual, it always is...

18+ only please. Master List ao3

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old fb uploads of concerts will always send me

[makebelievetimeformymind]

Are you Chloe Levine?

One shot: SOA based

Word count: 644

Characters: Jax, Gema, Ivy (OFC)

Warnings: none for this

A/N: this is my jump back into writing. There will be grammar errors. I didnt worry about huge ones. Spelling is all I really care about. Im shitty at it.

Walking out the garage she heard her name. No where was there time for this. “Are you speaking to me?” glancing him up and down her mind started racing. Was this about her? Juice? The club?

“Are you Chloe Levine?” lifting the shades to his forehead with a chuckle, leaning up against the front fender.

“No such person.” attempting to open the door she took a look around for anything else to be worried about. He was using his arm against the door causing her to use more force. “Do we have a problem?”

Standing up to walk around her he placed his hand at the top of the door, “Are you Chloe Levine?”

spinning around to face him, Ivy stared into his eyes. Over his shoulder she saw Jax coming outside the club, “I already told you I’m no such person. Now I suggest you back off befo-”

“We have a problem here?” Jax questioned loudly with authority. Rubbing his knuckles, he scrolled over to the car. Leaning on the side of the hood he smiled at the intruder. “Do you mind taking a few steps back for her?” His face was cold.

The random dude let go of the car door to take a few steps backwards. Taking a look at jax’s appearance he gave another chuckle and put his shades back on. “No problems here, just looking to chat to Chloe Levine here.”

“yeah, well, I already told you, you have the wrong person. So get the fuck on.” Ivy spit at him.

“You heard the lady, I believe its time for you to scram.” Standing up straight, Jax cracked his knuckles.

“We will see about that.” turning around, he made his way to a car parked on the street. Pausing for a moment before getting in and driving off. Jax was lighting a cigarette as Ivy stayed watching til the car disappeared.

Letting out a large sigh, she slammed the door shut and started digging in her purse for a joint. “Thank you, Jax. I dont know where he came from. He was just here when I walked outside,” motioning for his lighter, “asking if I was some chick.” she lit it and tossed it back. Trying her best to keep it light and friendly while her insides were burning. They had found her. Took them longer than she thought but nevertheless, they had found her.

Exhaling his own smoke he gave her a smile, “Well… either way, if you need any help just let us know.” flicking his cigarette he let his smile fall, “If you are in trouble there are ways we can help. Be safe, let me know you made it home.” standing up right he ruffled the top of her hair and walked to the shop. Quickly getting into the car she could feel her blood pressure steady rising.

On her way home she wanted to call Juice but knew this would take more explaining that she wanted. On the other hand Jax did just save her ass and that was not going to stay a secret. In the middle of a second left turn she noticed the green car tailing her. Not able to go home now she continued making left turns til back at the club. As she made her way through the club gates the green car slowed down enough for her to see them wave. Gem and Jax were sitting at the table, talking, watching as the situation unfolded. It was obvious he had told her about the previous events that occurred not ten minutes before.

Jax was already on the phone before Ivy was out the car. Keeping her eye on the road she sat next to Gemma on the bench. “Someone trying to mess with you, dear?” eyes bawling the street and then the silent girl, Gemma took a drag.

to be con...

[makebelievetimeformymind]

trying something new

I stopped writing and blew this page off for a few years. I feel the need to start again but writers block sucks so, I thought I would just post whatever i write. try not to give myself the time to second guess or sike myself out. just what ever i wrote the night before: post it. only give it 1 reread to fix major errors like spelling (ima shitty speller) and maybe a 2nd time. for what, idk. probably shouldnt.. but maybe.

with that being said, i won't be worrying about proper grammar and such. it will not be a horrible run-on mess but im not gonna beat myself up over a missed comma or two. or simple words like wont. if thats an issue, sorry. anyhow, im looking forward to starting this. i finally wrote a little more than a page last night and feel good about it.

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Don't Believe Me? Ask Him... pt 6

Characters: Dean, Sam, Jaslyn (OFC), Silas (OMC)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: After skipping town after town Jaslyn finally found one she could see herself settle in. For awhile that is at least. Only for the normal supernatural life to follow her there due to her normal old habits always catching up to her. She didn’t see this coming a million miles away though. Was her luck about to change for the better or was she gonna be stuck packing up going off on the run again? Only this time with the Winchester's on her trail?

Warning: (Not too sure what all to put here) Nothing really to warn about. Simple flirting and weed use. Extra warnings will go by chapter. I still ask 18+ only because how the story will play out...

 A/N: I am just now starting to get back into this. I had this chapter wrote for a while and just now able to post on here. This is not my best work. I hate this chapter but I needed to move on. I'm not tagging anyone since it's been years since being on here. If anyone reading this wants future works to be tagged, just let me know.

Warnings: Language, weed, and short description of harder drug use in action (I know this can be a huge trigger for people),

The whole way to my blasted job I thumbed at the thought of what utter bullshit this was. For too many years the Winchester's were avoided only to have shit come down to this.

Once seeing the car Dean was back on his protective act. "Are you sure you don't want to follow us back to the motel. Ya know, stay safe from the blood sucking Dracula's lurking for you?" 

"What happens when they show up at Silas's house an suck the life outta his momma, huh? Then what?" Glaring off at the G35 my heart sunk. I put the women in danger the lease I can do I not let her be killed, or worse, turned.

"Sam can keep watch." The words spewed quickly from his mouth and my head turned to him just as fast. He gave me a small smile I had no choice but to refuse. Something he obviously wasn't used to from women. 

"Or, you can call the Sheriff. Have him send a patrol." Sam swooped in with a disapproval tone and had a damn good idea. 

Grabbing the door handle I broke our eye contact, "Little, big brother doesn't sound too approving. Silas wouldn't like that shit either." A sigh slipped out at the thought of him playing host.

I could hear Dean mumble something to Sam as I shut the door. Anger settled over me but the chill down my spine didn't budge. 

Sam slipped a louder laugh than meaning, quickly silence came over him. Dean's dissatisfaction showed as he straightened his jacket avoiding my glare. Feeling my patience run thin I glanced around the parking lot hoping we were alone. 

Them, machete in hand caused a different kind of flame. The frustration of knowing the only satisfaction sleeping with a Winchester would be pissing off the father. The fact of what I truly am would make Dean disgusted with me, in his eyes, a monster. I don't know what he hates more, true witches or demons, and I'm a double whammy. 

"What's the fucken punchline, Sam?" 

"Uhh, what?" Aiming to look clueless he scrolled around to stand next to me. The act pissed me off even more. 

"I wanna know what's so goddamn funny. I need a good laugh as I stew in the thought of my best friend's momma being in danger." 

"Whoah, whoah, whoa now!" holding the machete as the top of a time out signal Dean's voice echoed with authority. "Sammy did nothing wrong." 

"Oh, yeah... cause it is your ass that know all about wrong doing" I snickered back rolling my eyes. "Could you be any louder?" 

Sam rolled his eyes, "Can we not do this?" 

"Don't act like you know me, lady." He hesitated back. 

Walking backwards on my heels toward my own Baby I flashed peace signs with both hands. "Thanks for the ride, dudes, peace." 

He was following though, on my trail pushing the door closed as I attempted to open it. "You're not riding off alone." He declared in a flat tone. "I don't care what kind of stick you have up your ass all of a sudden but that's not happening. Don't think so, ma'am."

"It's alright. Your protection isn't needed." Shoving Dean using my entire body I was able to make him budge enough for my door to be opened. 

"Hey, Sammy, I'm riding with her. Go figure out what you can about this town. Maybe, find where the nest could possibly be."

A long exhale rushed out, "Don't get yourself killed." The talk man hollered as he went back to the impala. 

🔮

Cranking her I grabbed my phone to warn Silas of my company. He was going to be pissed already but my hands were tied.

"Are we gonna sit here all night, or what?" Impatience showing as he started tinkering with the sun visor, my locked glove box and then my radio.

"It's called safety." I snorted, "Question." Not lifting my head from the phone, the silence lurking as he kept looking for things to touch, his hands making it to my middle console.

Clearing my throat added to the awkwardness among us my stomach to tighten. "Why the hell you touching my shit like that?" I snapped. "Are you fucken seven?"

Dean's jaw dropped. Guilt set in automatically hearing his lungs deflate. Maybe that was a little too harsh. 

"Smoke another blunt, pot head, you have one in the console. Let's get going." He shrugged it off on the surface and found something to play. 

I had nothing. Couldn't think of a single damn remark. Seeing my phone light up with an answer to my likings, I released the E break and slammed into gear. 

🔮

Everything viewed as normal. Momma Fraley already in bed. The light above the stove gave a small path leading to the bedroom. Watching tv looking displeased when we walked in Silas gave me an eye roll as Dean gently shut the door.  "You dudes play nice." Before either of them could say anything I darted back out. 

I questioned myself during the short moments between locking the door and unzipping the little brown case. Already loaded, my warm gun of happiness beamed in the light waiting for my trigger finger. 

Within seconds my body was warm from head to toe. It had been three long days. Now that I knew it wasn't a tainted supply my conscience was about as clear as it was gonna become. Sweat rolling down my temples was a great indication I had over done it slightly. The message from Silas asking if I was going to return was an even bigger one. 

When rejoining them their egos had subsided. On the computer was our town's layout being studied by dean with Sam on speaker. My best friend next to Dean pointing at wooded area next to the town's lake. 

Silas peaked up at me with annoyance when I grabbed a blunt to spark. Offering him an apologetic smile he shook his head slowly converting to a nod, followed by a grin. I gave a smirk sticking my tongue out at him. 

"We have narrowed down where their nest is." The eldest Winchester informed me. "If we act quick enough the element of surprise is with us." 

"How can you be so sure?" Full of attitude I blew smoke at them. Silas phone started to ring and he declined the call instantly. "Besides, they could be anywhere, anyon-thing, and you want to run in guns blazing an half cocked?"

Dean waved the thick smoke from his face scrunching his nose. "There has been a number of cattle attacks reported around one area like clockwork. The freaks moved up the food chain. And your buddy here informed us there's an old barn all by its lonesome." 

Sam chimed in, "I have dead man's blood ready in syringes and a bag packed. Let me know when you're ready." 

Click. 

Again, Silas declined his phone. My gut dropped at the sight of his eyebrows narrowing at the name. Could only be one person. 

"She's not going to quit, homie," motioning at his phone ringing once again, "just answer the bitch!" Dean shifted his eyes at the two of us in curiosity then back to the computer. 

He swiped the green button, "I'm in th-" his eyes met mine only to glance away quickly. His jaw hardened as he was cut off by Reese high pitch screeching. Wishing I knew what the problem was I moved closer but he didn't care for it. 

"Be there as soon as possible. Just stay there." Grabbing for his jacket he avoided my stare. 

"You can't be fucken serious." Standing in front of him with hands on my hips I tilted my head to the side. "Thought you said you were done"

"Look, I know, I know, but I'm between a rock and a hard place. I have no choice. I'll be back."

"Somebody has to stay here with momma!" I screamed as he moved around me making his way toward the door. Spinning quickly with a closed grip I extended my arm, stopping him in mid stride. 

"Jaslyn, are you really?", challenging my limits he gave a chuckle. "She'll be fine."

Instantly my hold released letting him walk out I couldn't believe what he just said. Thankfully Dean was nose deep in the map still to see what just happened. 

[makebelievetimeformymind]

Every fucken time....

Every. Fucken. Time. I attempt to post my dang story tumblr wants to act up. So now I'm waiting for it to try again cause it took forever to even make that damn post.

[makebelievetimeformymind]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, Supernatural Novels - Various Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Dean Winchester/OFC, Dean Winchester & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, jaslyn OFC, silas OMC, Crowley (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Dysfunctional Family, Fluff, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Flirting, Original Character(s), Male-Female Friendship, Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Character Development, POV Female Character, Alternate Universe, POV Original Female Character, Original Universe, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Series, Crossroads Deals & Demons, Demon Hunters, Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, Witchcraft, Witches, Hybrids, Soul Selling, Demon Deals, Saving People Hunting Things, Protective Dean Winchester, Recreational Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Use, Anxiety, Friendship, Supernatural Elements Summary:

After skipping town after town Jaslyn finally found one she could see herself settle in. For awhile that is at least. Only for the normal supernatural life to follow her there due to her normal old habits always catching up to her. She didn’t see this coming a million miles away though. Was her luck about to change for the better or was she gonna be stuck packing up going off on the run again? Only this time with the Winchester's on her trail?

[makebelievetimeformymind]

PSA!!!

Okay, so. I know I have not posted jack squat in fucken forever! Hell, I have a handful of followers BUT to the few I have...

I just finished chapter 6 of Don't Believe Me, Ask Him.

I'm about to post it on A03, (the links in my bio) and will be posting to tumblr as soon as I can figure out the 'keep reading' shit on my phone because the laptop is unusable right now. I am going to tag the few amazing people who were such beautiful people to take an interest in my work.

@wings-of-a-raven @coffee-obsessed-writer @therealkittenmcclure @princess-of-erebor1992

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Challenges/Contests

Save The Hallmark - Soy’s 666 Challenge Prompt (Dean Winchester X Elizabeth Lafitte)

[makebelievetimeformymind]

Save the Hallmark

Drab for soy’s 666 followers challenge @hornsbeforehalos

Prompt:: “Helena” by My Chemical Romance

Pairing:: Dean Winchester X Elizabeth Lafitte (Benny’s great Granddaughter)

Warning:: Nothing major at all, some angst.

word count::800

Giggles filled the air causing his emerald eyes to shine. Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate. This all felt to good be true for Elizabeth. Nobody in their right mind thought Dean Winchester would actually leave Sam in the cage but he made a promise. The couple clicked their glasses in toast to her passing go when the lights flickered a few times. Dean perked his head up toward the lamp to watch flickers again.

“Never gonna get a break, are we?” She asked, “Let me get my two hundred, please. The bulb could more than likely be going out.”

Dean grabbed the fake money, not taking his eyes from the view of the open room and pointed them in her direction.

“My Spidery senses are tingling. Stay here.” Gun in hand held downward he pulled the blinds down low enough to glance outside. “It’s too dark for me to see anything.”

“Things are better if I stay.” Static echoed from the radio above the fireplace as the room went completely dark. “It’s the storm. We shall be okay, just listen to the beautiful thunder.”

The storm played in the background with a ray of fireworks giving her enough light to see him pilfering for a flashlight. Stretching out across the couch Elizabeth closed her eyes to wait for the lights to return. “Come cuddle. Break that damn radio, too.”

No response was given.

She darted upright, “Dean?” White lights brightened the room and clashing stopped. “DEAN?!”

Nothing but for white noise caused by the radio pierced her eardrums.

Ears plugged deep with fingers her eyes bounce all over room in panic. The lights flickered faster until everything became distorted; as if the TV needed bunny ears adjusted, fear flowed to the bottom of her gut.

“Can you hear me?” Louder she called for him, refusing to watch her world flash between a blank room and the fantasy. “Oh my God, fucking Dean. Are you near me?!” Her surroundings switched a couple more times before staying solid white. Legs crossed she sat on the floor rocking backing and forth, fingers still shoved in her ears, screaming for help.

Dean and Sam were standing in front of Elizabeth wide eyed, not having a clue what was going on with her. Dean placed the Angel blade in his boot. “Elizabeth?”

Shaking her shoulders Dean looked at her petrified face, wondering how to bring her back to. Quickly a pair of hazel eyes peered open. Holding each other’s glare they were surprised.

“Dean? Where did you go?” Confused, she shook her head violently. “WHY are you here?” Mentally collecting composure she massaged tiny circles against her temples. “Aren’t you supposed to be down there taking care of monsters?”

“No, I’m supposed to be here saving you. There are always monsters.” Dean’s lips tightened.  

“Uh, guys… can we hurry this along?” They fought their way to her in heaven but time wasn’t on their side.

“What in hell are ya’ll doing here?” She hissed at them getting on her feet.

Dean placed finger in the air, “Heaven”. He showed no sign of sarcasm. Hard cheek bones and a square jaw glared at Elizabeth.

“Why are you here?”

He squeezed his eyes taking a deep breath, shoulders low. “I told Benny I would protect you.”

“Dean, she’s in heaven.” Poking his head back into the hallway to look out the door, “And we’re not supposed to be. We really need to go.”

“What if it’s not meant to be?” breaks in his voice pulled on her heart.

Head down and eyes locked at the floor, she did everything to keep her emotions in check. Cries were pushing their way up her throat.  

“Elizabeth, look at me.” Pulling her squared to him she looked to their feet, avoiding eye contact. She didn’t want to slow him down more than already. “I said look at me!” he growled.

Tears gushed as Elizabeth looked up at Dean’s misty eyes. Swallowing gulps of air to hold her breath helped sideline the hysteria. “The truth is I’m past saving.” She was, too. Seeing real monsters was enough to not fight her fate to die, destiny is destiny.  

“Oh, come on, man, don’t quote me to me.”

“I thought you and Sam always told each other not to look for one another?” Taking a step back, so his hands would fall “I think it’s better if I stay. So long and goodnight.”

He hated not being able to argue a valid point, “Save the hallmark.” Spinning on heals he dabbed his eyes cry and started walking away.

Hostility filled her voice, “Seriously? Save the hallmark? That’s your response?!”

“What’s the worst that I can say?”

“So long not goodnight.”

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Writing Prompt

You are the woman currently beating parked cars with a rake outside of the apartment complex I live in. Explain yourself.

Tag your responses with #wordsnstuff (please, I’d love to hear this)

[makebelievetimeformymind]

Relationship’s Smell

With the teeth of the rake scraping across the hood of the Lexus I press down with more pressure trying to do more than just scratches. Being the one to never take anger out upon material objects, oddly, I couldn’t stop. Lifting the rake up over my head I scrolled to the car next to it and that’s when I saw her standing there, watching with her jaw dropped. I was on my third car by then, no telling how long she been watching me. Each one left with busted windows and engrave marks to prove a point yet spoke about.

Her eyes bulged out at all the damage, full of confusion and shock. I gave her a moment, a chance to say something as I held the rake up high. After the short amount of patience I had left dwindled, the back side of the rake came in contact with the next victim’s windshield, leaving a spider web impression. Circling around to the side I grip the handles like it was a bat and swung into the door window, shattering it.

Watching like you would when passing a wreck on the highway, I figured she would be calling the cops by now but instead she stayed being a bystander.

“Are any of these yours?” I yelled across the parking lot to her. Not that it mattered by this point. Sending another blow to the hood I started the clawing while she made her way closer to me.

In a calm voice, “No, ma’am, they are not but is there any logic behind this havoc.” The concern I heard sounded like she had been in my shoes once before.

“Boy thinks he can hold women to the same value he holds his cars to.” I shake the rake at the line of cars, “Boy thinks he can just take another bitch out for rental cause, I’m out of town with family…?” And I then proceed to break off the side mirrors. “He wanna shatter the way I view love forever, okay bet!”

Nodding her head up and down with a grin, “Okay, but I asked if there was any logical reason for this…” her tone was not sassy, nor demeaning.  

“He compared ending a relationship to leasing a car. Said, you can keep it and pay for upkeep the rest of its life, like marriage. Or trade it in for something new to your liking's until satisfied.”

Being able to tell she wasn’t following me I tossed the rake on the hood of the last car and smiled at all the damage I had done. “When you trade in your car, the new car doesn’t come with all the shit you cleaned out the old car, right?”

Slowly she nodded her head some more up and down, still confused.

“When he gets a new car it doesn’t come with shit but the new car smell. Why should his new relationship be any different then?”

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Bad Boys

Drabble: Breaking Bad based

Word count:: 1.5K

Characters: Jesse Pinkman, Avah: OFC

Warnings: Drugs other than weed

Summary: Prompt from @dialouge-prompts​

A/N: ALL FEED BACK IS WELCOMED!!!

Forever Tags (Short short list because I only have a list for SPN): @soythedemonqueen  @deansbabygirl01​  @thatbrattygrrl-blog-blog​

“Aye, yo dude…Heads up, we got cops behind us.” Pinkman stuttered from the passenger seat. Wiping his palms on his pants roughly he kept looking to his rear view mirror over and over. Head pinging like a ping pong ball. We were headed back from his house to my own and this was the last thing we had time for. ‘Greaaat’

“Fuck. Stop doing that…” moving my eyes upward to see it coasting about two car lengths back, I kept cruising. He was slowly closing the distance until he was right on our car’s ass. “Calm it down, we got nothing on us.”

‘Wait.’

“You’re clean, right?” Turning my head casually to see his face he nodded up and down.

“Yeah, man… I ain’t packin’ shit.” His eyes were telling the truth. Not that there was a reason to lie because that shit would be on his dumb ass and knew it.

“Fuck them bitches then. They can run my shit all day long, it’s-“

**Sirens and flashing lights**

“Ahhh, gezz yo. What the hell!” Pinkman’s voice squeaked.

“Don’t say a word. Just hand over your ID when asked.” In the small parking lot I tried to stay calm. I knew I wasn’t carrying but the law has never liked Pinkman. Then again, he never gave them much choice. Cars passed slowly to watch and pass judgment.

I sat still, both hands on the wheel’s bottom as he made his way to me. ‘I’m not about to give they asses any reason to think non-sense.’ My best friend was fidgeting his fingers and tapping the side of the door with his foot. Sounded like a seconds hand on a wall clock.

*Knock, knock*

I lower the window down half way and smile as he peers down. Able to watch myself in the reflection of his sunglasses I waited for him to speak. ‘I don’t talk to cops out of free will, Sir.’

In a flat tone with no expression, “I’m Officer Scott. License and insurance, please.”

Through the small space created the ready man snatched it, “Here you go, Sir.” Not sounding sassy or smart, but the same as he did.

“Yo, excuse me.” Sharply to my right I watch Jesse tilt his head sideways to a second cop standing at his door. “Can you tell me what she did wrong?”  

My eyes didn’t notice the second car and immediately sent my heart into panic mode. Focusing on my breathing wasn’t working. Sounds blurting out instead, “Dude, shut the fuck up.”

“ID Pinkman, hand it over.” Putting his sunglasses on his head he placed his hand on the holster. Digging into his pants Pinkman did as we both said, in a huff.  

“Fuck this shit, yo! This is harassment and beyond bullshit.”

Five minutes later my cop returned without my stuff. “Would you be willing to let us search?”

My eyebrows and left cheek lifted high with my lips poking out. Inhaling deeply through my nose and back out extremely slow, “Uhh, on what grounds? Why did you pull me over?” I was having trouble keeping my voice steady. The K-9 beside the other pig sat calmly in my rear view mirror.

“Your back plate is difficult to read... Look, if you don’t want to let us search, they…” gesturing toward the partners, “… are gonna walk around your car while you two stand with me.”

“Seriously? All this from my tag being dirty?” After eye contact with Jesse, they rolled to the back of my head and back around to the cop. I made my head circle backwards to add dramatic effect. “I haven’t done crap for this to be happening.”

“You have Jesse Pinkman in your front seat. That’s all the reason we need. As long as the K-9 doesn’t pick up on anything you can go.” He lifted the door handle but it was locked. “Step out of the car please, ma’am. You too, yo.” Mocking Pinkman was their favorite task.

“Yeaaaaah, cause it’s il-le-gal to be friends, ugh.” Dimples flashing at him I smiled.

Arms crossed on the side of the road my resting bitch face more than showed. Jesse sat on the curb between us. Being the smart ass I love he started whistling ‘Bad Boys’ as I watched Top Flight Bitch Boy lead the dog to my back driver side. An imaginary line created by his finger was trialed by the wet nose.  

“This is pathetic. If you want me, come after meee, no reason to mess with her.”

“Just hush, please.” Pity begged from my eyes and lingered in my vocals. I couldn’t stress it more if I tried.

Half way along the passenger’s side I didn’t feel so uptight and my shoulders relaxed slightly. The cop pointed at his rolled down window, “Up, here.” Points, “Okay, here…” Creating the invisible line they kept on. He smelled the front tire and walked around the front end to the other side. Starting to feel more and more relaxed my arms uncrossed resting on my hips.

*Dog whining sounds with barking*

“Alerting us to possible findings!” The pig called out.  

‘No fuckin’ way!’ Quickly making my way beside them, the other cop and Jesse were right behind me. The K-9 launched at me to ‘keep away’ and I tumbled backwards on the ground. He held it back and spoke his command to ‘hush’. Laughing he winked and walked the dog to his car, whistling ‘Bad Boys’…  

Scott squatted to the wheel’s level, “Let’s have a look…” He ran his hand around the fender on the inside starting from behind the wheel, slowly reaching higher as far as he could. Midway through dark eyes twinkled and the corners of his mouth lifted.

“There’s no God damn way you found something!” I bellowed as Pinkman helped me stand. Cop number two was making his way back in a jog once hearing my yells. My mind was being blown. ‘No. Impossible.’

Gasping for air bent over with his hands on his knees, “Back up, women. What was it, Scott?”

Seeing a gray rectangle box in his hand I was wondering the same thing. The cop turned it over a few times looking at it from all angles before pushing the side, like you would a box of matches. Bouncing his head from success a small bag is reveled, with white shit inside, in his hand and he sat the key holder on my hood.

“Arrest her.” Proudly, he walked away with everything. “Bring her along my way, Brilla.”

“Hands behind your back. Avah Hutson, you are under arrest. Anything you say can and will…” My heart dropped to my gut, I felt sick. I let him put cuffs on too tight and guide me to the trolley like a rag doll.  

“Dude, what the hell?” trotting along beads of sweat on his forehead formed, he was freaking the fuck out. “This is a fucking joke, right?” Wide-eyes next to me the whole time with tears, “Nah, man… No... Take me instead!!”  

Brilla kept a firm grip and continued with my rights. My strides were half his size, “Do you understand these rights?”

“Jesse, take my phone… Just get me out.” Ducking, I sat in the back seat and tears flowed the moment the door shut. “AND DON’T WRECK MY SHIT!”

With my head bouncing against the glass I paid no mind to him gawking me through the mirror. I kept my eyes on the floorboard and prayed. This was a set up, clear as day. ‘How could this be happening?’ Wanting to run his mouth he whistled ’Bad Boys’ in a funky manner until the perfect time.

Placing the car in park at the station he looked back at me once more. Taking a few moments for me to look up, he wasted his time.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

“No.”

“Well, I think you should. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Nothing I could or would say tosses me a chance and I knew it.  

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Don’t Believe me, ask him: Master List

Summary: After skipping town after town Jaslyn finally found one she could see herself settle in. For awhile that is at least. Only for the normal supernatural life to follow her there due to her normal old habits always catching up to her. She didn’t see this coming a million miles away though. Was her luck about to change for the better or was she gonna be stuck packing up going off on the run again? Only this time with the Winchester’s on her trail?

Part One

Part Two

Part Three 

Part Four 

Part Five

Part Six:: Is in the works now, been going at it like crazy the past few days!!

Part Seven: In the works

Part Eight: In the works

Part Nine: In the works

Part Ten: In the works

I will be waiting til i have a few chapters finished up before posting any but everything is coming together in my head nice and i couldn’t be happier! so far i have ten chapters worked out but that may change, knowing me…

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It just dawned on me

I haven't posted any fic in over a month! I do have many things in the works which includes::

Continuance of "Don't believe me, ask him"... I needed to take a break.

A collective of Juice drabs that will be pretty much a small series, from what I can tell in my mind. Some already posted by I can't wait to add to them!

A charmed fic in the works because I've always loved them and hate the idea of the is new redue SO I shall do my own!

Among many more ideas in my head I'm trying to sort out.

Thank you to the people who have showed interest in my writing. It means a lot to me and I promise I will get back at it!!

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Juice Explains

Drabble: Sons of Anarchy based

Word count:: little less than 1k

Characters: Juice X Ivy (OFC)

Warnings: none

Summary: Juice shows up finally and with some answers.

A/N: These drabs have turned into a series of some sort for this chick, really like writing about them and have many things brewing. As always, FEEDBACK please!! and if you wanna be tagged, let me know. Tags:: @ortizobsessed @soythedemonqueen @deansbabygirl01

Watching Juice walk through door, I felt a wave of relief settle over me. Jumping off the couch, I leaped toward him, planting my face into his chest. The smell of pure leather filled my nose. I knew he wasn’t with another woman like Opie was. I still couldn’t believe Op did such a thing. Yeah, Lyla needed to leave the porn shit behind since they were married now, but that was a talk he should of brought up before saying ‘I do’.

“I’ve been worried sick to my stomach, baby. Why didn’t you call at least?” I said, as I turned my head side ways to lay it against his chest. His arms were wrapped tightly around my back, tucking my arms and head into with his chin pressing on the top of my head.

“I got caught up. I’m sorry.” He lifted his grip. Rubbing my back with both hands, making his way to my shoulders and pulling me back far enough to look me in the face, “Really… honestly, hunny.” Leaning forward, he kissed my forehead and held his lips in place.

“You always call, always, Juicy...” I sigh, letting hot air out. “Why didn’t you do so, Juan?”

Letting his contact break from my forehead, I stretched my arms out breaking our embrace altogether. Turning around to sit on the couch, he attempted to reach for my waist with his whole hand but his fingers pinched me instead. Slapping his hand downward, I rubbed the stinging spot and plopped down, crossing my legs on the couch.

Still standing, turning in circles, Juice rubbed his Mohawk. “Hunny, I’m sor-“.

“Stop.” I said, as softly as I could. I was so sick of hearing him say, ‘I’m sorry’. The amount I heard it in my past relationships, it could last me a lifetime and then some.

He stopped moving, eyes staring hard forward at the front door, jaw clinching tight. I guess he was questioning on if he should leave or not. I wasn’t sure how well I knew him right now, but I knew he wasn’t a fuck boy. Finally, my old man turned back around, facing me and smiled.

“I know what you want,” Smiling even bigger, he made his way in front of where I was sitting, looking down at me and reaching for my hands. “I have to speak to someone about this. I can’t go to the club, they're not gonna understand.” Even with how serious his words were, at the moment, he had nothing but a smile upon his face. “Thank you, my love. Thank you, for not assuming I was with another woman.” Tears started streaming down his face, “Because, I wasn’t. I love you, too much, way too much.”

Rubbing my thumbs over the back of his hands, I let go quickly and wiped the tears off his checks, cupping his face in my hands. Juice dropped to his knees, laying his head into my lap where my hands stayed holding his face. I had no idea what he was about to tell me, there was no telling. One thing for sure, it was going to have something to do with the cops.

“Talk to me, Juice,” Removing one hand from his face moving it to his head, I started to trail my fingers over his tattoos and my thumb along his Mohawk. “Baby, you know I’m here to listen, I love you. The last thing we need to do is hide shit from one another.” I said all this, while thinking of my own personal worries. Difference is I know what I want but no matter what; his ties to the club were too deep. I’m starting to understand why Tara wanted to her boys out this town.

Lifting his head up and taking my hands back into his, he looked me square in the eyes. “The cops did some digging, found out my father is black, they are holding it over my head so I will help them tie the MC to the cartel. They have a RICO case started.” His voice was shaky, almost couldn’t get his words all the way out.

“What did you do?” Squeezing his hands, kind of tight, I could feel my eyes bulge out, wide.  

“I got them a sample.” He sighed.

My hands went limp. His had to hold mine up because they were like wet noodles. The words coming out his mouth were the last thing I wanted to hear. I could give a fuck if he had black in him, surprised as I was to hear that, to know he gave up his own club… my heart was in the bottom of my stomach.

“The hardest part of this all, is knowing that all you had to do was go to Jax…” “I spoke to Chibs, clif-notes: rules are rules.” More tears were coming down his face. I let his hands go, once again and started wiping them away.

“Baby, I don’t care what rule there is about no blacks being allowed, telling them you have black in you is better than being a fucking rat.” Grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his face to mine, I gave him a kiss. Tasting all the salt collected from his tears flowing over his lips, I gave him another. “Were going to get though this, we’re going to figure this out.”

Glancing at me through these watered filled eyes, “You promise?”

“Yes, I do, no matter the hell it brings, we will get through this.”  Giving him another kiss, this time longer than the ones before, I spread my fingers across the back of his head. “And thank you.” another kiss. “Thank you for being honest with me. I hate you haven’t went to the club with this but you being honest with me, means more to me than you with ever know…”

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Sons of Anarchy Master List

Drabbles /One Shots

Time For School (Ivy: OFC X Juice) X Jax

Juice Missing (Ivy:OFC X Juice), Lyla, Gemma, Piney, Jax, Opie, Ima

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Juice Missing

Drabble: SONS OF ANARCHY BASED

Word count: 1k-ish

Characters: (Ivy (OFC) X Juice, Lyla, Gemma, Piney, Jax, Opie, Ima,

Warnings: There aren’t really to put here. Its pretty clean but for some cussing.

Summary: It’s in the name, his sexy ass is missing. Ivy is looking for him.

A/N: Feedback please is all I really ask for. I don’t really have a tag list for SOA yet but if you would like to be tagged, let me know! Tags: @deansbabygirl01 @soythedemonqueen @ortizobsessed

Juice Missing

Non-stop ringing was the sound for hours before I said ‘fuck it’, nothing worse than death or pussy could happen causing him to leave me in the dark. Pulling out the drive way, I circled the block a few times checking over my shoulder, before making my way to the club. Creeping by slowly with my window half way down, I didn’t see any bikes so I figured they were on a late night task. Still don’t change the fact he needs to check in with me, just so I know he’s safe. Making a few more loops around so I didn’t feel as if I only had one motive, my heart was telling me he was not out chasing tail. I knew something was wrong. 

The past few weeks he’s been dropping hints about babies, loving me every chance. Whether it’s bent over his bike in the parking lot of TM, on top of the bar, pool table, ​or the roof of the garage. Never caring who walked in, nor stopping. Always saying he loved me more than I could know before releasing, always wiping a few tears from his eyes while staying inside me ‘til soft while I reminded him my love is forever, and always telling me he never wants to pull his dick out as it slipped from my folds. Last time he actually fucked me was when him and Jax took me to school, where Jax had a rubber on until I swallowed him. 

Making my way to the bed,​ I tried calling one more time. A miracle was all I could hope for at three in the morning, yet, nothing.  Nobody was able to help me right now. Crawling into our sheets,​ I curled up on his side and hugged his pillow, breathing in his scent brought tears,​ causing my eyeballs to painfully burn from the pressure forcing them out. Crying myself to sleep, I said a prayer to calm my worries. Worries that were dreams I once prayed for. 

Waking up in the same position, face deep in the pillow and phone clutched to my chest, I opened my eyes slowly to look at the clock,​ hoping that when I rolled over I would bump into him. With no such luck,​ I checked my phone for something,​ finding a message from Lyla. Attempting Juice again, I got nothing. L: Have you or Juice seen Opie? He didn’t come home last night. M: No, haven’t seen J either. I’m calling Gemma.

 “Teller-Morrow.”

“Gemma, have you seen Op or Juice? They didn’t make it home last night.” 

“No, I haven’t.

​“Is e​very thing okay, sweetheart?”

“Not sure just yet,​ but I’ma find my man.” 

In the bar was Piney and Gemma pouring some coffee have small chat. Annoyance showing on my face, Ge​mma walked​over to place her hand on my shoulder, “Still no luck, baby?” “Fuck no.” The words came out with tons of air behind them. Jax walked in the room hearing only my huff of air. 

“You plan on blowing the house down?” He chuckled. 

“If your brother don’t show or call me soon, he won’t be getting any blowing from me, at least not for awhile.” The possibility of him being dead came to mind, mid way through my laugh it turned into a weary one. Shaking my head and my eyes tight, I brought my hands up to my temples. Applying pressure and rubbing them as hard as I could, Jax pulling me into his arms to hold me. 

“Hey, now… what’s going on?”

“Juice and Opie didn’t come home last night. Anything go down last night preventing that?” I pulled my hands off my head and out his chest. Piney and Jax both nodded their heads no.​

“I’ma checks the apartment.” With Jax behind me I open the door without knocking to Opie lacing up his boats. Walking through the bathroom door was Ima, sporting only a bra and jeans. Opie dropped his head down after he saw our look at him.

 “I see why you didn’t make it home. Where J​uice at?” Mean mugging her, “And let me find out you ever touched my man, I will end you.” she chuckled, rolling her eyes but knowing not to speak back. “Really, brother? Used up pussy gonna fix shit?” Jax snared.

“Worked for you didn’t?” He snapped back. 

“I don’t have time to listen to this shit!” I yelled out, moving forward waving my hands in the air above my head,​“When’s the last time ya saw my man?” 

“I haven’t seen him. But I’ll let him know you’re looking for him, if I do.”  

I shook my head in gratitude. “Aye, cum money, if Lyla don’t beat your ass when she finds out… I will.” Daring her to test me; lifting my eye brows, I walked out the room. 

Gemma and Piney were gone when I made my way back into the common area. Not worrying about what Jax was working on after my part of the chat, I pulled out my phone to try once more. Juice had to be okay. My heart pounding heavier and heavier, my fingers pressed the buttons and my hand held it to my ear. 

Rings after rings, my mind couldn’t help but think of the worse. I was already inside the car before I snapped my head back into correct thoughts, only because he picked up. 

“Baby, I’m so sor-“

“Where the fuck have you been? Where the fuck are you at!? Do you not know the amount of worry you have put my ass fucki​n through?” My words coming out non-stop, leaving him no room to cut in, I finally stopped. 

“I know… trust me, I know, baby. I will explain everything but not over the phone. Meet me at the house. I promise. Half an hour?” he sounded desperate.

“Yeah, okay.” I huffed. 

“Baby, I love you…” His voice breaking at the end made the pressure behind my eyes build.

“I love you, too.” Click.

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Breaking Bad’s Master List

Drabs/ One-shots

Left Hanging -- Pinkman, Avah: OFC

Bad Boys -- Pinkman, Avah: OFC  Prompt