#anyway i stole one of his jackets for jax

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old man

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I WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOUR V if thats ok

you… you really do?

‘cause if that’s true then hell yes! (tbh i’d yell about my ocs from a top of a mountain if only anyone would listen)

heck, where do i even start? anyways, long ass post ahead!

BACKSTORY!

To makelong ass story somewhat short: Jax was raised by her big bro - Alek - and, for aslong as she could remember, she believed her brother’s explanation of theirlonely existence, which was that their parents were, simply put, a couple ofjerks not suited for a family life. By his words their dad was a borderline psychoborgtoo busy ripping implants out of people, while the mom was a dirtgirl tooaddicted to braindance to care for her kids. And when the young lad justcouldn’t take it anymore, he snatched his little sister out of bed and ran withher into the night so they could both start a new life. Jaxine never doubtedthe story, even if the way they lived always seemed kinda fishy - like they werein hiding - not to mention it was somewhat suspicious that her bro wouldconstantly “go to work” armed to the teeth.

Welp, turnsout that all of this was a lie (what a twist!). In truth, Jaxie’s dad was onehelluva Netrunner who got his bread by getting people into parts of the Netthat they had no legal access to and occasionally stealing a few files fromcorpos here and there to sell them to fixers for some extra eddies. And iftheir dad was all about that software, their mom was the hardware maestro whocould build a computer out of scrap metal like it was Legos. They were quite apower couple and managed to attract more than  a few followers and basically started theirown tiny little gang whose main job was to ruin all the fun for the corps inthe virtual world. And, of course, something had to go wrong eventually. So itdid. They stole info about a shipment of expensive Arasaka tech and sold it toa fixer. But before they could get their hands on that juicy high tech, somerat snitched on them. One of their guys turned up to be a corpo whistleblower whose sole purpose was to sniff out the infamous Netrunner who was stealing theirdata. A whole ass witch hunt began and the dad knew he fucked up big time. Sobig, in fact, he knew for damn sure Arasaka was coming for him and his family.So he put his little daughter into his son’s arms along with some valuable datashards regarding his work, made him promise he’ll keep his sis safe and senthim on his merry way, whilst running with the wife in the opposite direction.

And itworked! Surprisingly. Alek did such an amazing job at concealing theirfootsteps they managed to live pretty happily and untouched by the corpos formany years. The brother became a solo and an edgerunner pretty early and tookon an alias of the ‘Vulture’ - ‘V’ for short. He was so damn good at his job theynever knew poverty. Buuut as they say ‘the faster you run away from yourpast…’ Jax was almost 18 when Arasaka found them. He gunned them all downlike dogs, even though he knew there was no way he’d survive. In the aftermathof the bloodbath, leaning against the wall of their wrecked living room,bleeding and dying, he promised her he was going to be fine, gave her thosemysterious shards, told her to grab his gun and bike and go to Night City, makea simple delivery to his old friend. Jax felt it was a goodbye and that those mercswere no damn drug dealers who came to collect an old debt. But she listened tohim anyway and rode to Night City.

There, this‘friend’ person who turned out to be the last surviving associate of her parents,told her the truth. The entire story and not a single lie. That day she made ither life goal to harass Arasaka at every turn, make their lives miserable, DDoSthe fuck out of their Net, mess up their systems real good! She adopted herbrother’s alias (though this time it most likely stood for ‘Vendetta’ howeversaucy that might sound) and began to follow in her parents’ footsteps, learningall she could about hacking and tech. Eventually, V got good enough at it soshe could jam tracking devices and disable surveillance programming in order toremain ‘inivisible’ to those who’d find her pranks unfunny. Though, apparently,someone’s been looking for her recently… Wonder what’s that all about, huh?

TL;DR!

JaxineBryce is a trash goblin and a bi disaster, who’s a not-so-bad Netrunner and asomewhat-acceptable Techie. She came to NC after her brother’s death to be apain in the Arasaka Corp.’s ass for personal reasons as well as for shits andgiggles.

She’s ofmixed race, though she mostly takes after her Asian mom. Her hazel eyesare long gone and replaced by some cute orange-glowing optics, and herbluish-black hair is always a hot mess that she just can’t be bothered to take careof it (if she could she’d wear a ‘Bad Hair Day’ beanie hat all day every day).Doesn’t really have that much skin wiring and such, prefers to conceal most of her cyberwareand look as natural as possible due to her fear of slipping into cyberpsychosis.

She alwaysloved to blast Johnny Silverhand on full volume in her room, but ever sinceArasaka kinda sorta ruined her life, she really started to like this guy, evengot herself a glowing tattoo of Samurais (not to mention the Samurai jacket,which was a birthday gift from the brother!).

She can’tdo shit in combat (besides firing a gun and only because her bro took her outshooting once), but boy can she fuck up your cyberware if you get too close.For these reasons she desperately relies on Jackie to be the ‘wall’ between herand the enemy, but at the same time she always makes T-Bug’s work a tad biteasier.

Other thanthat, she absolutely loves NiCola, dreams of owning at least a couple of cats, believes coffee and ramen to be the crowning achievments of humanity, is an AI rights supporter and a speed junkie to the bone despite not being the best driver in the book. Can’treally drive cars that well, but boy does she love bikes! And adding her ownlittle touches to her vehicles. Like, that one time she spray-painted Jackie’snew car neon pink and now he won’t leave her alone with his car unsupervised…

Jaxine issomewhat introverted and really clings onto people that she knows. T-Bug alwaysappeared to her like a caring big sister, while doctor Victor became a newfather figure in her life after her brother’s demise. V’s also got the biggestof crushes on Jackie, though she’d rather die in a fire than tell him, mostlybecause she really doesn’t want to ruin their amazing friendship (besides, shewon’t survive a day in NC without Jackie’s help). And even though she jokesaround a lot, she has a tendency to fall in and out of depression. Jackie’s happy attitudealways helped her deal with those kind of anxious feelings and going out forthe night on the town with her best amigo will always be her preferred way todo therapy. Despite all that, Jaxine’s genuinely a ‘good guy’, but definitely nota ‘knight in shining armor’. Sure, she’ll help you out if she happens upon youwhile on a job, but don’t expect her to go on a righteous quest to save theworld. Her only goal in life is avenging her family, letting go of the past andfinding a place to truly call home and nothing else. As soon as there’s nothingof importance holding her in Night City, she’ll hop on her bike and be gonebefore sunrise.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 15

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, angst, death canon to SOA, more angst.

Word Count: 4,036

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist    Aesthetic by @ravenangel33​

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~~~~~ LATE JUNE 2009 ~~~~~~~

“I need another container of helium.” You said to Opie as you blew up blue balloons in the Teller-Morrow parking lot. You looked around the half empty parking lot at the decorations that were already up. “Actually, make it two. Just in case.”

“Mrs. Teller? I need you to sign the releases for the bounce house.” You looked up at the man and sighed as you tied off the balloon in your hand and put it under your arm.

“I’m going to get the cake from the store.” Gemma said as you took the clipboard from the man and you nodded. “The butcher called as well; he said our order is ready, too.”

“I have Lyla on that.” Opie said as he grabbed the empty helium tank from the table and the other one from the floor. “She has to pass by there to get here anyways.”

“Isn’t she picking up Piney?” You asked as you handed the man the clip board and Opie shook his head as he put the empty tanks in his truck.

“No, I got him. I’ll grab him on my way back.” You nodded as you tied a string to the balloon under your arm.

“Alright, drive safe.” You tied the string around one of the links on the fence and took a step back. It was Thomas’ first birthday and Gemma decided to throw a huge party for him. While you were happy to celebrate the occasion, it felt off that Jax wasn’t there. It had been a little less than five months since he got locked up and it still felt like you were living in an almost dream like state without him.

“Earth to (Y/N).” Happy said as he waved his hand in front of your face. You jumped and looked over at him with a smile.

“Sorry. Caught me in Lala land.” You joked as you took a break and grabbed your cigarettes off the table.

“Figured as much. I need to know where you want the prospects to start putting the coolers.”

“Oh… shit. Let’s do beers by the ring and sodas by the bounce house when it goes up by the garage. Hey, did Kozik ever get that wasp nest that was over by the swing set?”

“I think so. He’s in the club so I’ll go remind him if he didn’t.” You told him thanks as Chibs called your name and you turned toward the sound of your roommates voice.

“Look what the cat…” Your squeal cut off his words and you dropped your cigarette as you ran across the yard to hug Dean.

“God, I never realized how much I would miss you!” You said as you stepped back to look at him. He looked a little thinner, filled out a bit more and his hair was just a little bit longer but he still looked like the same old Dean.

“I miss you too. Now, I need you to listen to me because…”

“Hey, (Y/N).” Sam said gently. Rage ripped through your body as you glared over at him but before you could open your mouth to say anything, you got a real look at him. Sam looked broken; like he had gone toe to toe with every monster in the continental US and lost every fight along the way. His eyes were tired and sad and he looked almost… scared.

“Sam…” You said as you took a step over to him and brushed his usually shiny hair back. “What the hell happened to you?”

“We need to talk, Button.” Dean said as you cupped your brother’s face in your hands. Sam sighed and reached up to run his fingers across the back of your hand. You nodded and looked over at Chibs.

“Keep and eye on set up for a bit. If you need me, I’ll be in Jax’s old room. Oh! and when Nita gets here with Thomas, send her in to me. She texted me a little bit ago and said she was on her way.” Your friend nodded and you turned back toward the club house with your brothers right behind you.

“Who’s Nita?” Dean asked.

“Well, when you left, I had to fill in your spot at the shop. Since I have been a stay at home mom, I needed someone to watch Tommy while I was at work so I hired Nita. He’s walking now, by the way and it was the greatest thing ever. He took his first steps while we were at a visit so Jax got to see it. He has gotten so big, just wait till you see him.”

You gestured for the brothers to head into the bedroom and you closed the door behind them. While Dean grabbed the desk chair, Sam almost nervously looked around the room and sat down on the floor against the wall by the bathroom and you noticed him press on his palm. You could see blood pooling against the bandage and you inhaled sharply at his self-mutilation. Dean looked up at you with a slight frown when you hadn’t moved away from the door before looking back at his brother.

“Yea, he does that a lot.” Dean said. You forced your feet to move and you crossed the room and kneeled in front of Sam as tears welled in your eyes.

“Sammy, it’s OK.” You tried as you put your hands on his to make him stop. He recoiled as if you had burned him and he looked up at you in panic. “Hey, shh. It’s OK; it’s me. It’s just me.” He shook his head as he looked over your shoulder briefly before looking back at you.

“He says you aren’t real.” He whispered as he continued to press on his hand. Your eyes searched his dull hazel eyes and your brow furrowed.

“Who, Sam? Who says I’m not real?” He squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head as his chin dropped to his chest.

“Lucifer.” A sudden knock at the door made Sam lurch back and slam his head against the wall.

“Dean, get that. Sam, look at me. Focus on me, I’m right here.” You put your hands on his jaw as Dean opened the door. You heard Nita ask for you and you looked over your shoulder. “I’m in here. That’s my brother Dean; can you just give Thomas to him, I’m in the middle of something.” She looked in the room at you and her eyes widened as she saw Sam panicking in front of you. You gave her a quick nod that you were alright and she nodded back.

“Ms. Gemma is looking for you as well.” She said as she passed your squirmy son to Dean.

“Tell her Sam and Dean are in town and I am dealing with a situation with Sam. She’ll understand. I’ll be out in a little bit.” Nita nodded as she set your diaper bag on the floor and she pulled the door closed behind her. You turned back to Sam with a soft smile and gave his face the slightest of shakes so he would look at you. “Hey, right here Sammy. Look at me. I’m real and I’m right here. Hey, remember that time you and me snuck out of that motel in Texas and went swimming in that lake? The one with all the leeches?” His eyes focused on yours as he slowly nodded.

“You were scared they were going to suck all your blood out.” He said softly. You smiled and let go of his face as you sat down in front of your best friend.

“Yep. Now what about that time you convinced dad to let Dean take us on that vengeful spirit outside Tahoe.” You heard your son start to fuss and call for mama and you turned and looked at Dean. “Just put him down. He’s nervous around new faces.” Dean nodded and put Thomas down as Sam gave a weak huffed laugh.

“I still owe you for pushing me into that table.” You smiled as your son toddled over, threw his arms around your neck and hid in your throat. You maneuvered him into your lap so you could look back at Sam as Dean moved the chair to sit next to you.

“I saved your life, though by doing it.” Sam nodded again in agreement. “See, totally real. Asshat wouldn’t know those things, would he?” Sam shook his head and let go of the hold on his hand. You looked at your brother and sighed before looking up at Dean for an explanation.

“When he was pulled out of the cage, his soul was left behind.” You swallowed hard as you looked back at Sam who had managed to curl his tall, lanky frame into a ball as Dean continued. “Death managed to get it back and put up a wall in Sammy’s mind to contain it. Unfortunately, since the apocalypse, there is an angel Civil war going on. Cas’ foolish ass was trying to make a deal with Crowley to ‘borrow’ the souls from hell and when I tried to stop him, he broke down the wall.”

“Oh, Sammy.” You said as you reached out and ran your fingers through your brother’s hair.

“I’m OK.” He said as he looked up at you. You heard Dean growl as he stood up and you looked up at your oldest brother.

“He doesn’t eat; doesn’t sleep. He sees shit all the time…” You held Thomas to your chest as you got off the ground and squared off with your brother.

“And he doesn’t need you berating him for it. What he NEEDS is for us to find a solution to the problem, De.”

“And how am I supposed to do that and babysit, huh?” Dean asked loudly, causing your son to startle. You put your hand over his ear and kissed his forehead.

“Let’s get through this birthday party for your nephew today. You boys can stay at my house tonight and Tommy and I are going to celebrate his first birthday with Jax in the morning. Then I’ll come with you to help fix our brother, OK?” you snapped angrily. “I’m caught up enough with the shop and I know my mother-in-law would love the chance to babysit for a couple days.” You turned toward Sam, leaned down and took his uncut hand. “Come on. Let’s get this cleaned up before the party, OK?”

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“Happy birthday little man!” Jax said as he walked into the visitation room. You smiled as Thomas toddled to his daddy and you swallowed against the nervous knot in your throat. You just hope Jax wouldn’t notice… “Why are you wearing that jacket?” Crap.

“Sit down. I need to tell you a story.” You said as you glanced around the room. Jax paused and  looked at you.

“Please tell me you aren’t leaving me.” You smiled and shook your head.

“Not in that sense. Can you sit down, please?” He sat slowly and you ran your hand through your hair. “I’m not leaving you but I do need to go out of town for a few days. Thomas isn’t coming with me, don’t worry about that; mom is going to watch him.”

“Why do you need to go hunting?” He demanded. You took a deep breath and propped your elbows on the table so you could block the story you were about to tell from any prying ears.

“Sam and Dean showed up at the birthday party yesterday; which I have pictures to show you. You remember when Sam showed up at the house the night you got locked up and I said he was being a dick?” Jax nodded. You grabbed the stack of pictures from the diaper bag, put them on the table and continued. “Well, apparently the person that pulled Sam from Lucifer’s cage accidentally left his soul behind.”

“I swear to God this world…” Jax grumbled as he grabbed a toy from the diaper bag to distract his son with while you talked.

“So Death, one of the four horsemen, got it out of the cage and put it back in Sam behind this wall. Well… long story short, some shit went down and Cas; that angel the boys know, pulled a dick move and broke down the wall. Sam slipped into a coma for a couple days and now he can’t eat, can’t sleep and Lucifer is haunting his every waking movement. Dean has had it up to here with babysitting…”

“So you are going to do it.” Jax finished for you.

“Just until we figure something out. Dean has a couple ideas but… Jax, it’s Sam.” Your husband sighed.

“Damnit babe… I don’t even know what to say right now.” You reached across the table and wrapped your hand around his wrist with a small smile.

“It’s gunna be OK. I won’t be gone long and you know Dean would never let anything happen to me.”

“Aren’t you gunna be dealing with the Devil?” He hissed quietly and you shook your head.

“No, hunny. Lucifer is in his cage. Basically… shit, think of Sammy on a really bad acid trip and the focus is the memory of Lucifer.” Jax grit his teeth, obviously aggravated with the situation before sighing and shaking his head.

“Fine. Be safe and come home to us.” He said as he looked down at his son who was repeating his most recent favorite word; ball.

“You know I will baby. I’ll be back before the next visitation.”

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“I have been reminded why I hated road trips with you.” You told Dean as you got out of the Impala at Bobby’s house. He chuckled as you grabbed your old duffle from the floor board.

“Oh, it's not that bad.”

“Ha! 20 somethin’ hours of listening to side A of ‘Annoying as Fuck’ by Blow Me was a blast. Reminded me of listening to Thomas cry on repeat.”

“Told you, Dean.” Sam chimed in as he grabbed his duffle out of the trunk. “Why do you think I bitch so much?”

“You know what, I don't wanna hear it.” Dean said as he closed the trunk and headed up to the house. “You two don't know good music.”

“None’a ya idjits know good music.” Bobby said as he held open the screen door with a laugh. You stepped out of your brothers way so they could go inside and smiled at the man who was like a father to you. “Well… look at you hunting again.”

“It’s one ‘sort of’ hunt. Don’t get your hopes up. We both know I won’t be raising Thomas in this life.” You teased as you gave him a hug. You pulled away and kissed his cheek before digging in your bag. “I brought a couple pictures of him for you. He just turned one yesterday. When Jax comes home, we are gunna bring him up here on… better terms.” You looked into the house and Bobby sighed.

“It’s been heartbreaking to watch this, (Y/N). I thought he was bad without a soul but this…” You nodded in agreement before you both shook your head and went inside. You heard Bobby laugh as he looked through the pictures and you smiled as you dropped your duffle on the dusty floor. “Watcha feedin’ this kid; steroids?” He teased as Dean handed you a beer. You flopped down on the couch and got a little distracted by the particles of dust that suddenly danced in the light before you frowned.

“Nope but my roommate thought it would be hilarious to give him part of a pixie stick at his birthday party. I think he is still running off the sugar high.” You took a swig of your beer as the boys laughed before you cocked your eyebrow and gestured to your family friend with the bottle. “How long has it been since you’ve seen him? When we came up to pick up the Caprice?” Bobby nodded as he set the stack of photos on his desk.

“Bout then; so what 8 months or so?” You nodded as you sat back next to Sam with a small yawn.

“He’s gotten big and he just keeps growing.” You yawned with a small shake of your head. “I’m half tempted to find a spell to make him stay cute and small forever.”

“Yea but then you have to deal with changing him forever.” Sam said as he leaned back on the couch with his eyes closed. You glanced down and saw he was pressing on his hand once more. Your heart broke and you bumped his shoulder with yours so he would know you were there before reaching up and running your fingers through his hair lovingly.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beat.” Dean said as he set his already empty beer bottle down on the coffee table. “We’ll start bright and early?” You looked over at the oldest Winchester and nodded.

“Yea; I’ve been up since 3am dealing with Rufus. I was just waiting for you idjits to get here before I went up.” You looked over at Sam, who looked positively terrified as he stared off toward the kitchen and you shook your head and looked at the other two men.

“I’m gunna stay down here for a bit. I won’t get much sleep without my boys anyways so I’ll start doing research.” Dean and Bobby looked back and forth between you and Sam and you gave them a reassuring nod. After a moment or two of hesitation, they both said good night and headed up stairs and you settled in to calm Sam down. You called out his name and moved so you were in his line of sight with a smile.

“Hey, do you remember that dog we found in Michigan as kids? The mangy old thing with half his fur missing? I thought dad was gunna have a heart attack when we brought it into the motel room.” Sam’s eyes found you and you could see him begin to focus on you a little more.

“The black one?” He asked to clarify as you scooted toward the corner of the couch and shook your head.

“No, the brown one. The black one was here.” You gently took a hold of his arm and pulled him toward you so he was laying down. He rested his head hesitantly on your thigh and you pulled a blanket over him. “We colored the black one with chalk and let it loose in Bobby’s room.” Sam huffed a laugh as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I remember that. Can’t picture the brown… wait, the one missing half its tail?” You giggled and nodded as you looked down at him.

“Dad was so mad. He didn’t say anythin’ though which was the scary part. He just pointed toward the door.”

“I thought he was kicking us out even though we were like… what 6 and 7?”

“If that. You and I were some troublesome kids.” He laughed before he cringed away from something. You reached out and brushed your finger down his nose and smiled when he met your eyes. “Just keep listening to my voice, OK? Focus on my voice whether you think I’m real or not. We’ll fix this, Sammy. I promise but just keep focusing on me.” He nodded and rolled on his side to face your hip and hide from whatever was in the room. You took a swig of your beer and a deep breath as you covered his back with the blanket. Then you just started talking.

Every story and memory you could think of involving you and Sam as kids and teens came pouring out, one after another and you didn’t take your eyes off your brother once. You could tell it helped because there were moments where he almost looked like he was back to normal; the calm, amazing brother that you knew before the cage. Other times, you could see when you were battling the Devil. He would start to tuck his knees up to his chest and reach desperately for his hand. During those moments, you would rub his shoulder and back and simply talk a little louder; reminding him to focus on you, real or not.

As you were starting to run out of memories around 5am, Sam drifted off into a fitful sleep. You changed tactics and went from stories from your childhood to stories of Jax and Thomas, hoping that your voice would be calming enough to give your brother even the littlest amount of rest. Bobby came down a short while later and you held your finger to your lips as you kept talking in the same soothing tone.

“He just fell asleep. Could you get me some water? I haven’t moved all night.” Bobby nodded as you went right back in to telling Sam about your son’s obsession with the fish tank screensaver you had. You left no detail out, no matter how menial they were, just to be able to keep talking. Bobby, who had made both of you instant coffee with cold water to not make a sound, sat behind his desk for a while and watched his self proclaimed daughter work miracles with the son he was slowly losing hope for. He shook him self out of his daze and started back on research.

A little after 8, a large bang sounded through out the house and Sam nearly flew off your lap. You cursed Dean, knowing he had to have been the culprit as you jumped up and stood in front of Sam who was brandishing a knife you didn’t know he had with your hands raised.

“Sam look at me. Right here, Sammy.” You said as you tried to calm your frantic brother down. You saw Bobby move to get up and you held out your hand to hold him off. “Sam, do you remember…”

“NO! You’re not real!” He lunged at you with the knife and you spun out of the way just in time.

“DEAN!” Bobby shouted as Sam came after you once more.

“Sam! I need you to look at me. It’s your sister. I’m not here to hurt you.” He lunged quicker than you were expecting it and you felt the edge of the blade slide through your skin. “Mother fuck!” You growled as Dean barreled down the stairs. “Alright then; plan b.” Despite the sting in your side, you lunged at Sam and began to fight for the knife. You were suddenly grateful that Sam had been the one to teach you how to physically fight because you knew his style almost as good as your own. It took a minute to wrestle the knife from his hand and the gun from the small of his back before you kicked him hard in the stomach and sent him flying onto the coffee table.

“Hold his legs!” You screamed as you threw yourself on his chest and pinned his arms to his body with your knees before he could get back up. “Sam! Sam come back to me.” You said as you grabbed a cut on his shoulder and squeezed it on purpose so it would be painful. “Do you feel that? That’s real pain. Right here. Look at me Sam!” You shouted over his grunts as he tried to throw you off his body. He couldn’t focus, too far gone in his hallucination and your heart broke for him.

“Fuck… Sammy, I’m really sorry for this.” Without giving it another thought you pulled back and punched your brother as hard as you could. Almost like a switch went off in his head, his body went slack underneath you as he was knocked out cold. Tears suddenly blurred your vision as you brushed some hair away from his face before forcing yourself off his chest. “We need to fix this.” You said as you grabbed your pack of cigarettes out of your duffle and whipped the blood away from your lip.

Part 16