Aisalynn Writes

Title: Fallen
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Dean
Disclaimer: I don't own, I'm not making money. There.
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for 5x04.

Summary: Coda to 5x04. Sam read Paradise Lost when he was in high school.

( When Sam was seventeen he read Paradise Lost for his AP English class. )

Title: Benefits of Sharing
Fandom: RPS, J2
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2326
Disclaimer: Yes, when I started writing RPS I actually willed these people into existence, and that is why I own them. Or not.

Summary: It's winter, and it's cold on the set of Supernatural and Jared forgot his chap stick again. In order to teach him a lesson, Jensen refuses to share.

A/N: So this is proof that I can't write anything less than 500 words. This was supposed to be a short drabble, and now it's a two thousand word fic. *sigh*

( It would be really nice if he could play a character that liked to wear gloves. )

Title: This Lane Closed (Or Why Sometimes You Really Should Listen To Your Horoscope)
Fandom: RPS, J2 AU
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, mentions of Tom/Mike
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 10,488
Summary: Jensen hates his job at the LoBill's grocery store. The only highlight is that every Wednesday the same guy comes in to buy candy and laugh with Jensen at the tabloids. Now if only Jensen could get up the courage to ask the guy his name...and possibly his number.
Warnings: Schmoop, bad tabloid articles, LOTS of candy.

A/N: Part 2 posted here, because of LJ's stupid word limit. *grumbles*

( Part 2 )

Title: This Lane Closed (Or Why Sometimes You Really Should Listen To Your Horoscope)
Fandom: RPS, J2 AU
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, mentions of Tom/Mike
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 10,488
Summary: Jensen hates his job at the LoBill's grocery store. The only highlight is that every Wednesday the same guy comes in to buy candy and laugh with Jensen at the tabloids. Now if only Jensen could get up the courage to ask the guy his name...and possibly his number.
Warnings: Schmoop, bad tabloid articles, LOTS of candy.

A/N: Part 2 posted here, because of LJ's stupid word limit. *grumbles*

( Part 2 )

So today my little sister drags me out of bed and tells me I'm taking her school shopping--something that was supposed to happen on the of the The Fight, but was put off because of it until now. Only, instead of my mother taking my sister to Khole's or Wal-mart and restricting her to a few pairs of jeans and few shirts, my mother hands me a credit card and tells me to go to the outside mall and "get you guys some clothes and to just try and be reasonable about the price."

Oh yeah. I can recognize a bribe when I see one.

At first I was completely against accepting anything from her--I went through five or six shops with my little sister and didn't buy a thing, just focused on getting her clothes, and then we came to one of my favorites stores--one where I love all the clothes but never buy them because I can't afford it--and decided to hell with it. I bought myself a couple of You-Broke-All-My-Shit shirts and then topped it off at another store with a pair of You-Caused-Me-Serious-Emotional-Distress jeans, and then another shirt just because I could.

I would like to say that I am above guilt money and that I'm going to maintain the Mortally Wounded and Pissed Off attitude I have kept up these past few days, but really it is exhausting to keep giving the silent treatment to someone you live with (yesterday my mother asked me if I was ever going to speak to her again. My answer was a rather angry "Not today."), especially when you yourself are a very laid back, hard to piss off, likes to joke around, forgive and forget type person.

So. I'm still rather pissed off at her, but I'm playing nice to keep the peace in the house for the week I still live here.

I don't know if this makes me a better person, or a weak one.


In other news, I finished my J2 fic, and sent it to my beta. It was nearly 11,000 words. That's pretty long for me. I'm going crazy waiting for it to be sent back, because as my first J2, first RPS, and first ever AU I'm extremely nervous about it.

So I came home, because apparently I took it upon myself to leave, my mother didn't kick me out of the house (what utter bullshit) and if I didn't come home everything I owned would be burned in the field.

So here I am.

I've been cleaning up the mess in my room for two days now. It was really, really bad. My art was ripped from the walls and shredded, notebooks filled with my writing and poetry from highschool were torn apart and scattered, the drawers of my dressers were pulled out and dumped, my books were all over the place. I even found my grandmother's bible in a crumpled mess at the bottom of the pile. And the book case? Destroyed.

There's glass everywhere. And I think I have shards in my hands and feet still.

My dad keeps going on about how he's sure she feels real bad about it, but yesterday when she came home and saw my childhood piggy bank sitting broken on the table (my little sister was going to try to super glue it for me, to make me feel better. She's so sweet.) my mother dumped all the change out, took the money and threw it away.

Yeah. She's real remorseful over the whole thing.

Today is all about keeping mom happy apparently. My dad is going around talking in undertones about doing the laundry for her, and making sure to smile when she is around and not spending too much time watching TV or on the computer and make sure we watch out attitudes, and really Sarah, I know she was wrong to do what she did, but you just need to be the bigger person and swallow it blah blah blah. She's spoken to me twice today. Once to ask what did I think I was doing on the computer ("Writing." was my very short answer) and to ask if I had finished packing. ("No. Too busy cleaning.") Other than that we are both doing our hardest to pretend that the other person doesn't exist.


But during all this I have still managed to write some. This J2 story is past 7000 thousand words now, which makes it the longest one-shot story I've ever written. (Yay!) I'm still not finished with it though, and I seriously need a beta. Anyone interested?

Title: Ashes
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: R
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Timeline: Season 6

A/N: So, this drabble was just me writing with no idea what I wanted to write, or what was going to come out. Of course, it ends up being some weird season 6 angst thing. I'm not sure what to think about it. *shrugs*

( His lips were cold, tracing a cool pattern down the flush of her cheeks. )

So I signed up for the Doctor/Rose Woulda Coulda Shoulda Fic-athon, in the hopes of kicking my butt back into writing gear. Of course, adding one more story to the list of stories I need to get done when I'm in the middle of a writing funk might not be the smartest idea, but I couldn't resist. I'd already missed the sign up deadline for the Doctor/Rose LAS (again) and this sounded too awesome.


Now I seriously need to write something.

So, my mother went psycho for a bit and took all of the family's electronics--cell phones, cameras, ipods, tv remotes, laptops--and hid them, told us we were not allowed to leave the house, play the piano or the guitar, listen to music, watch tv, stay in our own rooms or read, before locking herself away in her room and not coming out for five days. Apparently we weren't spending enough time together as a family and we spent too much time on our separate projects. (My entire family is made up of musicians and artists so we spend a lot of time alone, working on those things.) Though I don't see how keeping herself isolated in her room from was supposed to help this whole family "togetherness" we were supposed to develop, I have a feeling the whole thing was connected to the fight between my mom and my dad, and my mom and her sister, and most likely and late reaction to my grandmother's death, since she did something very similar when my grandpa died two years ago. So I didn't argue with her, even though the idea of her trying to ground me when I am less than a month shy of my twenty first birthday is ridiculous. We all played happy family and tip toed around my mother until she calmed down and gave everything back last night.

I was very happy to stop sneaking onto my sister's computer to check my e-mail and livejournal (which I couldn't do very often) and to get back to writing my Star Trek story. Of course, then I happened to watch and episode of Veronica Mars with my sister and Veronica and Logan wouldn't stop talking in my head.

It's just a short scene and quickly written and I don't plan on going anywhere with this, they just wouldn't stop screaming in my head and I needed to write it out so I could get back to the Star Trek.


Title: How It's Going to Be
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairings: Veronica/Logan, mentions of Logan/Madison
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I am not making any money from this.
Timeline: Post season 3, based on the assumption that Logan and Veronica got back together at some point.

( “What’s there to explain? I saw you. With her.” She wanted to spit the words at him, or hiss them: something angry and cold and controlled. But they came out choked and tear clogged and far more devastated than she wanted to sound.  )

Title: Easy Access
Fandom: Star Trek (2009, but with a lot of TOS influence)
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or places mentioned in this fic. I'm not making money.
A/N: Written for this prompt at the st_xi_kink.

( “Really, Bones, I’m not doing this on purpose. But if the universe decides that I should go through life shirtless, who am I to argue?” )