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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. âAre you speaking to me?â glancing him up and down her mind started racing. Was this about her? Juice? The club?
âAre you Chloe Levine?â lifting the shades to his forehead with a chuckle, leaning up against the front fender.
âNo such person.â 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. âDo we have a problem?â
Standing up to walk around her he placed his hand at the top of the door, âAre you Chloe Levine?â
spinning around to face him, Ivy stared into his eyes. Over his shoulder she saw Jax coming outside the club, âI already told you Iâm no such person. Now I suggest you back off befo-â
âWe have a problem here?â 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. âDo you mind taking a few steps back for her?â His face was cold.
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.
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 didnât 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?"Â
"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.Â
"Or, you can call the Sheriff. Have him send a patrol." Sam swooped in with a disapproval tone and had a damn good idea.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"What's the fucken punchline, Sam?"Â
"Uhh, what?" Aiming to look clueless he scrolled around to stand next to me. The act pissed me off even more.Â
"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."Â
"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."Â
"Oh, yeah... cause it is your ass that know all about wrong doing" I snickered back rolling my eyes. "Could you be any louder?"Â
Sam rolled his eyes, "Can we not do this?"Â
"Don't act like you know me, lady." He hesitated back.Â
Walking backwards on my heels toward my own Baby I flashed peace signs with both hands. "Thanks for the ride, dudes, peace."Â
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.Â
"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.Â
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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.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
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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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"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."Â
"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."Â
Sam chimed in, "I have dead man's blood ready in syringes and a bag packed. Let me know when you're ready."Â
Click.Â
Again, Silas declined his phone. My gut dropped at the sight of his eyebrows narrowing at the name. Could only be one person.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
"Be there as soon as possible. Just stay there." Grabbing for his jacket he avoided my stare.Â
"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.Â
"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.Â
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.
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 didnât 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?
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.
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Save The Hallmark - Soyâs 666 Challenge Prompt (Dean Winchester X Elizabeth Lafitte)
Save the Hallmark
Drab for soyâs 666 followers challenge @hornsbeforehalos
Prompt:: âHelenaâ by My Chemical Romance
Pairing:: Dean Winchester X Elizabeth Lafitte (Bennyâs 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.
âNever gonna get a break, are we?â She asked, âLet me get my two hundred, please. The bulb could more than likely be going out.â
Dean grabbed the fake money, not taking his eyes from the view of the open room and pointed them in her direction.
âMy Spidery senses are tingling. Stay here.â Gun in hand held downward he pulled the blinds down low enough to glance outside. âItâs too dark for me to see anything.â
âThings are better if I stay.â Static echoed from the radio above the fireplace as the room went completely dark. âItâs the storm. We shall be okay, just listen to the beautiful thunder.â
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. âCome cuddle. Break that damn radio, too.â
No response was given.
She darted upright, âDean?â White lights brightened the room and clashing stopped. âDEAN?!â
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.
âCan you hear me?â Louder she called for him, refusing to watch her world flash between a blank room and the fantasy. âOh my God, fucking Dean. Are you near me?!â 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. âElizabeth?â
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 otherâs glare they were surprised.
âDean? Where did you go?â Confused, she shook her head violently. âWHY are you here?â Mentally collecting composure she massaged tiny circles against her temples. âArenât you supposed to be down there taking care of monsters?â
âNo, Iâm supposed to be here saving you. There are always monsters.â Deanâs lips tightened. Â
âUh, guys⌠can we hurry this along?â They fought their way to her in heaven but time wasnât on their side.
âWhat in hell are yaâll doing here?â She hissed at them getting on her feet.
Dean placed finger in the air, âHeavenâ. He showed no sign of sarcasm. Hard cheek bones and a square jaw glared at Elizabeth.
âWhy are you here?â
He squeezed his eyes taking a deep breath, shoulders low. âI told Benny I would protect you.â
âDean, sheâs in heaven.â Poking his head back into the hallway to look out the door, âAnd weâre not supposed to be. We really need to go.â
âWhat if itâs not meant to be?â 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. Â
âElizabeth, look at me.â Pulling her squared to him she looked to their feet, avoiding eye contact. She didnât want to slow him down more than already. âI said look at me!â he growled.
Tears gushed as Elizabeth looked up at Deanâs misty eyes. Swallowing gulps of air to hold her breath helped sideline the hysteria. âThe truth is Iâm past saving.â She was, too. Seeing real monsters was enough to not fight her fate to die, destiny is destiny. Â
âOh, come on, man, donât quote me to me.â
âI thought you and Sam always told each other not to look for one another?â Taking a step back, so his hands would fall âI think itâs better if I stay. So long and goodnight.â
He hated not being able to argue a valid point, âSave the hallmark.â Spinning on heals he dabbed his eyes cry and started walking away.
Hostility filled her voice, âSeriously? Save the hallmark? Thatâs your response?!â
âWhatâs the worst that I can say?â
âSo long not goodnight.â
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, Iâd love to hear this)
Relationshipâs 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 couldnât stop. Lifting the rake up over my head I scrolled to the car next to it and thatâs 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 victimâs 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.
âAre any of these yours?â 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, âNo, maâam, they are not but is there any logic behind this havoc.â The concern I heard sounded like she had been in my shoes once before.
âBoy thinks he can hold women to the same value he holds his cars to.â I shake the rake at the line of cars, âBoy thinks he can just take another bitch out for rental cause, Iâm out of town with familyâŚ?â And I then proceed to break off the side mirrors. âHe wanna shatter the way I view love forever, okay bet!â
Nodding her head up and down with a grin, âOkay, but I asked if there was any logical reason for thisâŚâ her tone was not sassy, nor demeaning. Â
âHe 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.â
Being able to tell she wasnât following me I tossed the rake on the hood of the last car and smiled at all the damage I had done. âWhen you trade in your car, the new car doesnât come with all the shit you cleaned out the old car, right?â
Slowly she nodded her head some more up and down, still confused.
âWhen he gets a new car it doesnât come with shit but the new car smell. Why should his new relationship be any different then?â
Bad Boys
Drabble: Breaking Bad based
Word count:: 1.5K
Characters: Jesse Pinkman, Avah: OFC
Warnings: Drugs other than weed
Summary: Prompt from @dialouge-promptsâ
A/N: ALL FEED BACK IS WELCOMED!!!
Forever Tags (Short short list because I only have a list for SPN): @soythedemonqueen @deansbabygirl01â @thatbrattygrrl-blog-blogâ
âAye, yo dudeâŚHeads up, we got cops behind us.â 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. âGreaaatâ
âFuck. Stop doing thatâŚâ 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 carâs ass. âCalm it down, we got nothing on us.â
Donât 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 didnât 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 Winchesterâs on her trail?
Part One
Part Two
Part ThreeÂ
Part FourÂ
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 couldnât be happier! so far i have ten chapters worked out but that may change, knowing meâŚ
::Updated::
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!!
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 wasnât with another woman like Opie was. I still couldnât 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 âI doâ.
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 arenât really to put here. Its pretty clean but for some cussing.
Summary: Itâs in the name, his sexy ass is missing. Ivy is looking for him.
A/N: Feedback please is all I really ask for. I donât 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 âfuck itâ, 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 didnât see any bikes so I figured they were on a late night task. Still donât change the fact he needs to check in with me, just so I know heâs safe. Making a few more loops around so I didnât feel as if I only had one motive, my heart was telling me he was not out chasing tail. I knew something was wrong.Â
Breaking Badâs Master List
Drabs/ One-shots
Left Hanging -- Pinkman, Avah: OFC
Bad Boys -- Pinkman, Avah: OFCÂ Prompt