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shewritesinblackink · 11 months ago

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The missing hunter - a supernatural fanfic

reposting this because i originally posted it on my main "private" blog but since i started writing more and posting more i thought why not make a blog just for that :) this fanfic takes place in the early years of the show since i’m only on season 10. I really like the vibe of the three/four first seasons. That’s also why Sam can’t crack the security camera– they haven't learned that yet :)

here's the AO3 link because i like posting there too, and i get more feedback thanks to the tags there!

part 2

words count: 2k

tw: blood, swearing, mention of a gun

part 1 - the missing member

“I don’t know what to say, Bobby,” Dean declared to the man at the other end of the phone.

The brothers were in a motel room in the middle of nowhere. Bobby had sent them there to find someone dear to him that disappeared a few days ago. But so far, they had no lead.

“Her stuff is still in the room, uh?”

Dean turned around from the parking lot to take another look at the small place. “Yeah, still here.”

There was silence and then Bobby’s voice broke through the phone’s speaker.

“That’s not like her. She might be in some kind of trouble.”

A frown appeared on Dean’s face. He'd never heard Bobby sound so helpless. That person, that woman whoever she was, must be someone precious to him.

“What do you want us to do?”

Sam was seated on the single large bed in the room, his laptop on his knees, fidgeting with the keyboard.

“I’ll give you her number. Maybe she’ll answer if it’s not me.” The pain in those last words made Dean sad. Who was she for Bobby to care so much and act like this?

Dean hung up, closed the door and walked toward Sam.

“What’d he say?”

“To try to call her.”

The look on Dean and Sam’s face said it all. They were aware the worst could have happened. Dean dialed the number and waited a few seconds before a ringtone was heard in the room. The two of them released a small sigh, stood up and searched for the device. The eldest found it under the bed, the battery almost dead and the screen cracked in half. He held it up for Sammy to see, and they both exchanged a look. Something bad definitely happened here.

They decided to go back to town and retrace every last step of the missing person. It led them to a bar on the avenue. A row of motorcycles were parked in front of the establishment, and the facade was all dark wood which added to the pouring rain and gloomy atmosphere. Everything in this town is dark and creepy, Dean thought.

They entered and were welcomed by suspicious glares from guys all around the place. Some were seated at tables drinking beer , others were playing billiards but stopped the moment the brothers appeared. The bartender shot them a look of annoyance. Clearly the people here didn't like strangers.

Nonetheless, Sam cleared his throat and asked, "Um, hi. We're looking for a young woman.”

"So am I." said a voice somewhere and the other men laughed.

Dean felt exasperated by their behavior and wanted only one thing at the moment: to get the hell out of there. So he talked, a bit too abruptly maybe. "Young, brown hair, pale skin, and approximately this size," he measured by holding up a hand. Truly he didn't know the woman, but Bobby gave them a description since he had no recent pictures of her.

The bartender snorted noisily and kept swiping off drops of water on the beer mugs in his hands.

"Depends what I get for helping you?"

There was no cooperation, and the Winchesters started to lose patience.

"Listen, buddy, it's a life or death situation here. She might be in danger, we need to find her." Dean's voice was low and raw, he could barely control himself not to punch the man in the face.

He slightly opened his brown leather jacket with the hand holding a shiny silver gun. The barman repressed an insult and took a quick look around.

“Look, if i were you, i wouldn’t show this to anyone here.” “Question of life and death.” he added pointedly to mock the brothers.

His sarcastic tone did not escape Dean, whose gaze became sharper, harder. Finally the man behind the bar started saying something interesting.

“There aren’t a lot of women comin’ in here, so yeah i remember some chick comin’ in. She sat at the bar and drank a scotch.”

Sam leaned forward, “Anything else?”. The man grunted but continued. “There was something weird about her, like she was on edge. She was constantly looking behind her shoulder.” He put the glass behind the bar and leaned on the counter, then added “I mean maybe she didn’t feel safe here since she was the only woman.”

“Did something happen? Did she leave with someone?” Dean pressed, raising his eyebrows.

The barman seemed to think for a moment. “Yup, I think I remember her leaving with some guys.”

“Anything weird or unusual about the guy?”

“He was grabbing her by the arm. Not in a gentle way, you know. It seemed she wasn't willing to go with them.”

“And you didn’t call the police or stop them?” asked Sam almost with a shocked tone.

“Why would I?”

Dean's patience was more than thin now. If he stayed one more minute he would definitely shoot the man right here, right now. “Alright, enough. let’s go Sammy.”

“Wait,” Sam said, “which direction did they take?” The barman didn’t even bother speaking, and just pointed the way with his head.

And so they strode out of the bar toward the Impala, in the light rain that hadn’t stopped since their arrival. “Oh I swear this rain is making me crazy. Everything about this town is weird, man.” Dean muttered, his hands on the wheel, driving the car out of the parking back on the road. Since there was nothing for miles in the direction the man had indicated, they decided to go back to the motel room and wait in the car in case she showed up.

Sammy also tried to take a look at the security camera, but his skills with a laptop weren’t that sophisticated. He couldn’t break into the town website to access the cameras. So they waited. Dean eventually went out to fetch dinner, and they waited for hours.

Finally, when they were both struggling to keep their eyes open, a silhouette appeared. In the dark night it was impossible to guess who it was, but the stranger stopped at the door of the room they were watching, and after a moment struggling with the key, the shadowy silhouette disappeared inside the room. The Winchesters didn’t waste a second and got out of the car toward the room’s door as if they weren’t about to fall asleep a second ago.

It wasn’t locked from the inside, so they pushed it slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible because who knows who was- or what was, that silhouette.

The boys entered the small room slowly, guns in hands. The lights were on but the place was empty. A noise came out from the bathroom followed by a grunt. At the very moment the brothers appeared at the bathroom’s door, the silhouette turned around and held a gun at them.

“Drop the gun! Now!”

“Who are you?”

“You, who are you?”

The three of them pointing guns at each other and yelling in confusion would’ve been a funny image if the tension was not that palpable and if the stranger was in a less miserable state.

“You’re two against one, that’s not really fair.” The voice was calm and steady but felt a bit out of breath. Indeed, the silhouette was soaked in blood, her clothes dirty with mud and rain. Her hair was a mess, clearly she hadn’t had access to any commodities for a few days.

“Wait,” said Sam, “are you y/n?”

Suspicious, the woman kept the boys at gunpoint, clutching her weapon like a lifeline. “How would you know?” she asked, her brows furrowed and her chest heavy with short breaths.

“Dean, I think it’s her.” And with that assumption they both lowered their guns. “Bobby sent us looking for you.”

“Looking for me?” she asked, as if she hadn’t understood Sam’s sentence in the first place and needed confirmation of what she heard. But all of a sudden the world started to spin and she wasn’t steady on her feet anymore. She stumbled back against the sink and let her arm fall down by her side, the gun pointed toward the ground. She placed the back of a bloodied hand against her forehead and closed her eyes tight, trying to make the room stop spinning and the white stars popping in her visions disappear.

“Hey, you alright?” Dean knew it was a stupid question considering how dirty and tired she seemed, so he added, “you hurt?”

And all y/n was capable of doing at this very moment was to stare at the two boys in front of her, her memory working like a DVD on fast forward. She couldn’t stop. Maybe didn’t want to, because her brain brought back memories she thought were long forgotten. She doubted they even remembered her at all, and at that thought her heart skipped a beat.

“Hello? Anyone in here?” Dean pressed sarcastically, like he was talking to some stupid teenager.

Getting back her senses, y/n cleared her throat and articulated a week “yeah” that sounded more like an exhausted plea. The brothers didn’t seem to buy it either, judging by the concerned look they both shot at her.

“Seriously, I'm fine. Just.. tired.”

“Where the hell were you to make Bobby worry-sick?”

What? Dawn almost choked on her own saliva. Bobby being so worried he’d send John’s boys after her? Why would he do such a thing when she’s already proved numerous times she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself? And suddenly emotions flooded in her. Not good emotions. “Why are you here? I’m a grown up, I can watch out for myself. I’ve been hunting my whole life y’know.” The words came out more harshly than she’s intended to. She stormed out of the bathroom, bumping into the boys, barely suppressing a wince because of her bruises.

In her backpack was a first aid kit. She took it and sat on the bed while taking off her dirty sweatshirt. But by the time she was opening the kit to fetch out something useful, Dean snatched it off her hands. “Hey! We’re talking to you here! We drove hours to come here because Bobby asked us to! Because he was worried you’d get yourself into trouble, and that’s how you’re thanking us?”

Dean was pissed. Sam though didn’t say a thing but gave his brother’s arm a slight hit. “Dude, c’mon. Look at her.” That’s what Dean did, he took in the messy states she was in. Blood on her left temple, trailing down her chin and neck, the right cheek looking slightly bruised. Cuts all over her arms and dirt on her hands and under her nails, even on her face. She seemed like someone who had just spent hours in filthy air ducts. Or in the forest running after something– or running for her life maybe.

No one said a word for what seemed to be an eternity, then y/n stood up slowly and walked back to the bathroom to try to wash out her hands, arms and face. She winced every time she touched a cut or a bruise but did not let it show. She was facing John’s boys, and she knew by experience that there were nothing that could make them flinch. So she did what she always forced herself to do since she met them when they were only kids. She clenched her jaw, and kept her composure as neutral as she could– but she was so tired, the dark circles under her eyes said it all.

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kiwi-tai · 2 years ago

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OH MY GOD SUZI!!! This was soo good!

Ao3 did me so dirty by being down for a few hours as I was in the middle of this fic like damn Suresh is coming back from Casa I need to know what happens with Gabi

Anyway another incredible fic you always manage to expand on characters and their backgrounds so perfectly.

I loved loved loved Lulu and Gabi’s stories and Suresh and Jade!

SURESH AND JADE! Screaming, crying, twirling my hair, kicking my feet… I mean…

“She was every beat of his heart, his every thought, the soul of his very being.”

“Because… what’s the point in living, if you don’t chase the things that make you feel alive?”

Chapter 20, 21, and 22 posted

"Chosen", "Assured", "Asked".

These are the final three chapters of Jaded.

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“But that’s not me. I don’t do safe. I don’t do steady. And there’s only one person in the world who truly, truly understands that. Who isn’t afraid of it. Who’s never been afraid of it. Who loves me when I’m the version of myself that makes me feel like myself.”

Suresh swallowed hard, trying to calm the excitement in his shaking hands as she glanced up at him.

“Because… what’s the point in living, if you don’t chase the things that make you feel alive?” ----------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm seriously teary over this rn, thank you so much to everyone who's made this journey so incredible. Finishing a fic is always bittersweet but you guys made this one so wild.

Thank you for everything 💕😭🥰

#litg #litg s5 #kiwi talks #litg fan fic #litg suresh x mc #litg suresh #banger fic after banger fic #and your writing a Bobby one now sighs I will not be able to handle it

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beccas-gf · 11 months ago

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#litg #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg bobby #bobby x mc #slow burn bobby route

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realityjoey · 1 month ago

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OVERSLEPT (RILEY ANDERSON MC x EVAN BUCKLEY)

Bobby, Hen, Chimney, Eddie, and Athena all exchanged worried glances as they stood outside Buck and Riley’s apartment. Neither had shown up for their shift, which was unlike both of them—especially Buck. He was usually one of the first to arrive. When neither of them responded to calls or texts, concern quickly turned into action.

“Maybe they’re just running late?” Eddie suggested, although he didn’t sound convinced.

“Late doesn’t mean completely off the grid,” Bobby replied, his fatherly instincts kicking in. “Let’s check on them.”

Chimney gave a mischievous grin as they reached the door. “I bet they just had another… ‘busy night,’” he quipped, air-quoting, earning a snicker from Hen.

Athena unlocked the door with the spare key Buck had given her for emergencies, and they filed in quietly, as if preparing for some sort of intervention.

“Guys? Riley? Buck?” Bobby called out as they made their way through the living room, peering around cautiously. There was no response.

The door to their bedroom was ajar, and as they nudged it open, the scene that greeted them made Chimney burst out laughing.

Buck and Riley were fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed, limbs tangled in each other and the sheets, half-naked. The blanket covered them just enough to be decent, but it was clear that their ‘busy night’ had left them both completely wiped out.

Hen chuckled quietly. “Well, that explains it.”

“Explains what?” Bobby asked, raising an eyebrow, though the knowing look in his eyes betrayed him.

“Pretty sure they had their own… personal workout last night,” Chimney smirked. “And look, they’re recovering.”

Athena shook her head, though she couldn’t hide the amusement on her face. “They must’ve really knocked themselves out. They didn’t even wake up when we came in.”

“Time for Plan B,” Eddie grinned, grabbing a pillow from the nearby chair.

Without warning, Eddie tossed the pillow right at Buck’s face. It landed with a soft thud, but Buck merely groaned and shifted slightly, pulling Riley closer to him in his sleep. Riley muttered something incomprehensible and buried her head in Buck’s chest.

“Oh, we’re going to have to do better than that,” Hen said, grabbing another pillow and joining in, hurling it at Riley’s back. This time, Riley stirred, her brow furrowing as she tried to swat the offending pillow away.

“What… the hell…” she muttered, her voice thick with sleep, her hand blindly searching for Buck’s.

Eddie grinned, stepping closer to the bed. “Time to wake up, lovebirds.”

Before Buck or Riley could fully process what was happening, Chimney and Hen yanked the blanket off the bed, exposing them both to the cool air. Buck groaned loudly, instinctively reaching out for the blanket, while Riley shivered and tried to curl into a ball.

“Oh, come on!” Buck’s voice was muffled by his arm, which he had thrown over his face. “What are you guys doing?”

“Saving you from a missed shift,” Bobby said, standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, shaking his head. “You two didn’t respond to any of our calls.”

Riley, still barely awake, sat up slightly, her hair a wild mess. “We… overslept,” she mumbled.

“Clearly,” Chimney said, laughing. “By about four hours.”

Hen raised an eyebrow as she surveyed the room, clearly piecing things together. “Let me guess. You two had a busy night?”

Riley’s face turned bright red, and Buck finally sat up, glaring at the team with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “Seriously? You couldn’t just… knock? Like, a normal visit?”

Eddie leaned down, poking Buck’s shoulder. “We did knock. You didn’t answer.”

Riley slumped back down into the pillows, covering her face with her hands. “I hate all of you,” she groaned.

“You’ll hate us more in about ten minutes when you’re scrambling to get ready for shift,” Athena added with a smile.

“I’m not even awake yet,” Buck protested, his voice still hoarse from sleep as he reached out and pulled Riley back into his arms. “You can’t just drag us out of bed.”

“Oh, we can,” Hen replied, pulling at Buck’s arm to get him moving. “And we will.”

Reluctantly, the pair began to untangle themselves, their movements slow and heavy from exhaustion. Buck shot Eddie a half-hearted glare as he grabbed his pants from the floor. “You guys are the worst.”

“Maybe,” Eddie agreed, laughing, “but you’re late.”

Riley, still grumpy but starting to wake up, leaned into Buck as they finally got out of bed. She shot the rest of the team a look as she adjusted her shirt. “You all owe us breakfast after this.”

Chimney threw his arm around Hen, nodding dramatically. “Deal. But next time, set an alarm. Or at least respond when we call. Otherwise, we’ll have to come back with even more pillows.”

Riley let out a tired sigh, her hand finding Buck’s as they stumbled their way toward the bathroom. “Next time, we’re locking the door and hiding the pillows.”

“Good luck with that,” Bobby said, smiling as he led the rest of the group out, leaving the pair to get ready for a day they clearly weren’t prepared for.

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kdogreads · 5 months ago

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Hiii I loved "Dove" it was.so beautiful, could you do another one like this but with just fluff? Maybe like om the day Bobby or Jax died or something 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 I love your style of writing, like you can really picture everything!!

This whole scene played out in my head. Thank you so much for your kind words ��🥹 I’ve been in a writing slump and this pulled me out. Big fan of you!! 🫶🌞💓

I think I’m gonna stop doing specific tags bc I never know where my brain is going to take me lol but this one has hurt/comfort, death, little religious talk, overall nothing too graphic but be gentle to yourself💕

Filip “Chibs” Telford x f!reader (but no descriptions given! I just generally write for f!readers 🫶)

You didn’t bother putting away your shoes, or even your husband’s worn leather cut. They lay on the table by the door where you discarded them a few minutes ago. You’d just arrived home from the wake and burial of Jax Teller.

The two of you didn’t speak for the first few minutes of being home. Filip slipped into your bedroom to change out of his funeral clothes and you put a pot of coffee on, knowing your husband needed you. He needed to let all of the hurt out that he’d been holding in. “The boys need me to be whole, Love. If I falter, they crack,” He insisted this morning. It broke your heart, but you knew he was right.

Filip rounded the corner into your small kitchen just as you brought two mugs to the table. He sat, took a sip of coffee, and looked at his hands. You knew he would talk when he was ready, so you sat in a patient silence.

“I… I can’t keep burying my brothers… sons,” He mutters, eyes still cast down away from your own, “I don’t… It’s like my own boy is gone, Dove.”

You reached out to take his hand, the silent gesture causing Filip to draw his eyes up to yours. They were red-rimmed and wet, tears streaming unashamedly down his scarred cheeks.

The pain on his face pulls you out of your chair and towards Filip. You wrap your arms around his trembling shoulders and press him to your chest. He buries his face into your skin and lets out a sob that stabs you right in your gut.

“I know, baby,” You run your fingers through his graying hair, tears of your own rolling hot down your neck, “He’s with God now, with Tara and Opie, Bobby… Thomas.”

His body wracked with sobs into your chest, the pain from so much loss finally catching up to him. As President of the MC, Filip has to be calm, rational in the face of danger and tragedy. He buried it all deep down in his soul, covered into duct tape and barbed wire to keep it locked away. He rarely gets to let it out, so you just held him there for a while, grateful to be his escape, his comfort.

Though you’d never been particularly religious, you know Filip’s Catholic roots run deep, so you begin a quiet prayer you know will bring him peace, “Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name…”

He joined you in the ancient prayer, whispering silent pleas afterwards that didn’t quite catch. Filip kept his arms wrapped snuggly around your waist as his breath began to even out. After a moment he lifted his head to kiss your lips softly.

“I love you so, my Dove,” He pulled you into his lap and you nuzzle your face comfortably against his neck, “I prayed you never leave me.”

The honesty in his voice dropping a pit into your stomach.

“I’m right here, baby,” You whisper into this ear, tears of your own streaming down your cheeks, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He cupped his calloused hands around your face and just held you for a moment, like he was memorizing all the things he loved about your face. Just in case.

You kiss him softly again after a few beats, then settle comfortably into his hold — strong arms wrapped around your waist keeping you close.

You’re not sure how long goes by — long enough for your coffee to get cold — but Filip finally takes a deep breath and pats your lower back. A soft “c‘mon, love,” fills your ears and you lift your body off of his.

The coffee pot and cups will be there in the morning, you think to yourself, right you just want to be there for your man, so that’s what you do.

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Short and sweet 🥰 more Chibs delulus here: masterlist

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antie23 · 2 years ago

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I agree and love this. Now I need to play season 2 again to be with Bobby.

If MC has been coupled up with MC, but then she switched him out, say after CA for whoever it is, how do you think he would feel? I always thought it was so weird how we could’ve been coupled up with someone since day 1, but if you didn’t continue pursuing them, then they basically forgot about it

oooh 👀 yes very good question, my friend. And I’ll start off by saying that I will blame the lack of consistency in FB’s writing/story-telling on this lol I don’t think they thought this completely through so each LI most definitely would have very different reactions. I’ll try to mention as many LIs as I can or at least the ones that matter imo haha

Gary (ofc I’m gonna start with him lmao): he’d play it real cool, as always. Tbh, Gary is very interesting in his behavior because if MC comes back with a CA boy, he’ll try to make himself sound like he’s all cool with everything but his face is soooo obvious that he’s upset of MC switching. Throughout the time of MC being with another guy, Gary doesn’t want to hurt his pride, so he’ll continue to act like nothing’s wrong but he’ll just distance himself from MC because it’ll hurt him to see the girl he fancies with someone else. I think this is where Gary’s insecurities kick in and begins to doubt himself of being worthy for MC and that’s where he might just go with his second choice: Lottie. His way of acting like nothing is wrong and that he’s happy with Lottie is probably Gary’s way of coping with his hurt feelings and convincing himself that he’ll be fine. Surely, he’ll feel happy for MC and he’ll keep it friendly but he knows it won’t be the same 😭I’m soft sorry lol

Bobby: I think he’s similar to Gary but nothing about being prideful lol I think Bobby is a considerate guy but he’d definitely be hurting a lot. Him seeing MC come back with a CA guy or switching to someone else, again - he’ll feel happy for her to have found a good guy but it’ll take him some time to get used to it. Bobby will totally be friends with her nonetheless because he still cares about her but it’s his only way to remain close to her and he’ll gladly take that opportunity. I feel like with Bobby, it’s not really an issue in the game because he’s always insinuating that he has the hots for MC so, I’m not really worried about him even telling MC that he still likes her at the end lol

Noah: This guy is such a unique character and man oh man, he’s very different from the rest of the boys. Because he’s basically with Hope this entire time, I think he is pretty much fighting with his head and heart at this point. Despite Noah coming back with Blake in his route, this is a man that hasn’t coupled up with someone else until now and I’m sure he felt into peer pressure and if MC brings someone back, she fell into the same peer pressure. Noah will definitely remain friendly and polite with MC even if they switched, internally disappointed that he never got to actually be in a couple with her but he’s very understanding. It’s more of sweet subtle moments (kinda like in the game, I just wish they were more elaborate) that establish more of his infatuation for her.

Lucas: His dude would be a combination of sad, anguish, hurt, and letdown to see MC come back with someone else. Again, Lucas would come back with Blake but he is definitely the type of guy with trust issues and won’t be able to back down from feeling hurt to see her come back with another guy. Kind of like Gary, I think Lucas does have a bit of pride and won’t do much with MC because he’ll think that she’s happy with the new guy. BUT, once he collects his thoughts, Lucas is the type to fight for what he wants and I can see him proactively trying to win MC over. Sweeping her off her feet and making her remember why they first fancied each other lol So overall at first, I think Lucas would be distant of MC for a bit and then he’ll go after her when he realizes that he needs her.

Oml, idk why I always insist writing paragraphs of these pixels lmaooo 🤡but hopefully this answers your question anon. And if the other stans wanna add more into this, I say go for it 💛💛💛With Gary, I feel very confident answering but the rest of the guys, I take a guess tbh haha so yes feel free to share your thoughts 😌👀I’m all ears lol

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