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shewritesinblackink · 1 year 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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realityjoey · 3 months 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.

#911 imagine #911 fanfic #911 abc #911 show #118 firefam #firehouse 118 #station 118 #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #buck x reader #bobby nash #chimney han #hen wilson #howard han #eddie diaz

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beccas-gf · 1 year ago

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

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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could u pls write the brothers x a reader who dropped out of school/college? having a rly hard time rn and i could use the comfort, tysm <3

having a hard time in the human realm

includes: brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

warnings: crying, breakdowns, implied depression

a/n: i'm sorry you're having a hard time :(( i wish you all the best and lots of love and comfort. hope this helps! my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback!

mammon exchanges worried looks with asmo when there’s no response when he knocks on the door to your apartment. it had been nearly three months since you’d returned to the human realm and since you’d first separated, you hadn’t missed a single weekly call. until tonight, that is.

and combine that with the fact that you weren’t responding to anyone, weren’t active on any social media, and now weren’t answering your door… mammon’s getting seriously concerned.

“let’s break in,” belphie says, and it’s a testament to how worried lucifer is that he agrees.

“i can pick locks, hold on,” asmo says, dropping to his knees and pulling a bobby pin out of his pocket. man, lucifer must be really worried if he’s not even remarking on this!

a moment passes, and then asmo pushes the door open, rising back to his feet. he leads the way into your apartment, and mammon takes in the dark interior. it’s messy and cluttered, a far cry from the neat and tidy room you’d kept at the house of lamentation, and it’s also silent.

lucifer takes the helm then, moving through your living room. mammon can see a dim kitchen with piled-up dishes, and then gets distracted by another door. presumably the door to your room.

mammon knocks on that one, then opens it. like the rest of the apartment, the room is dark, with thick curtains pulled over the window. mammon steps over the clothes all over the floor, towards your bed, which is messy with sheets and blankets piled up.

but thankfully, there’s a person there too. mammon puts a hand on your shoulder, grateful he can see the rise and fall of your chest. so, at least you’re still alive?

shaking you gently, mammon waits for you to wake. his brothers crowd the bed around him, but stay quiet.

with a gasp, you sit up, looking around wildly. “w-what?”

“it’s just us, mc,” beel says soothingly, and you calm slightly, then squint, confused.

“what are you doing here?”

“we were worried,” levi volunteers. “you weren’t answering your ddd and missed dour call.”

“oh,” you say slowly, probably still waking up. “that was today? i’m sorry, i’ve just been really…busy. and wait, you guys decided to break into my apartment?”

“busy?” says lucifer, dodging the accusation question. “with school?”

you look to the side shiftily, and mammon’s glad his eyes can see well enough in the dark where a human would struggle. “something like that.”

“cut the crap,” asmo says suddenly. “what’s going on, mc?”

without warning, tears well up in your eyes. “i’m sorry,” you say miserably, scrubbing at your eyes with your sleeve. “i’m sorry. i’m just so tired.”

mammon wraps an arm around your shoulders (were they always this fragile feeling?), and pulls you to his chest. “what’s wrong?”

“it’s just so hard!” you say after a breath. “i miss you guys so much. every day. it feels like a piece of me is missing. and as hard as it was to adjust to the devildom it’s even harder re-adjusting now. i miss the house of lamentation and being at rad and all of you. i can’t do this.”

“i had no idea you were feeling this way,” lucifer says quietly, guiltily. mammon feels the same way. how had he not noticed you were hurting?

“i stopped going to my classes,” you continue, a sob ripping free. “there’s no way i can get any credits for this semester. i want to go home.”

mammon locks eyes with his brothers. there’s no way they’re leaving you here tonight.

“let’s take you home, then,” he says, and you blink up at him.

“wait, really?”

“there’s no rule saying you can’t come back,” lucifer says. “i thought that’s what you wanted. after all, you were only supposed to be an exchange student after all. but if we had had any idea of how much this would have hurt you, diavolo and i would have never let you leave. so yes, let’s go home.”

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kdogreads · 7 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

#chibs telford imagine #chibs smut #chibs x reader #chibs telford fanfiction #chibs imagine #chibs sons of anarchy #filip chibs telford #filip telford #chibs telford x reader #kdogreads #soa imagine #soa fanfiction #soa x reader

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dallianceangel · 6 months ago

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𝐊𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 🎵

A random little fic for you 💗

🎵 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎵

You’re dancing like no one’s watching. Kickstart My Heart is blasting through the clubhouse. Your moves are wild, too wild. Juice grins, leaning against the wall, enjoying the show.

Bobby walks in, eyes widening as he takes in the scene. His gaze shifts to you, then back to Juice.

“Did she…?” Bobby trails off, noticing the empty plate sitting on the table in the kitchen.

Juice chuckles, his arms folded. “Yeah, she found your brownies.”

Bobby sighs, rolling his eyes. “Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have left those out.”

You spot them and grab their hands, pulling them towards you. “Come on, guys! Dance with me!”

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peepeepoopoomonster69420 · 3 months ago

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X 2022 AND LEAGUE DRAWINGS BABYYYYYYYYYY I HAVE HORROR MOVIE BRAINROT

i will start yapping under this cut so be warned for a big ahh wall of text

X AND ARCANE-SLASH-K/DA CHARACTERS????? I AM CRAFTING MY OWN LITTLE UNIVERSE RIGHT NOW SJDALKSJDLAJD

evelynn?? maxine-equivalent, works at a club, WANTS TO BE A STAR, THE WHOLE WORLD'S GONNA KNOW HER NAME!!!! ran away from her religious nut father????? EMBRACING HER PROMISCUITY?????? EVELYNN IS A SUCCUBUS IT WORKS

akali, wayne-equivalent, always looking for ways to make money 💀 AND RUNS THE CLUB LMAO

ahri is the bobby-lynne-equivalent and SHE'S EVELYNN'S "RIVAL." IT WORKS. THEY BOTH WORK AT THAT STRIP CLUB AND HAVE A FRIENDLY RIVALRY. im js sayin i think it fits the ahrilynn dynamic

kai'sa, jackson-equivalent, she's just chill (her whole deal is she's a chill girl who lowkey dgaf EHH JKJK) kai'sa in the military backstory??? give it to me ALSO OMG KAI'SA BEING THE MC OF THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER'S FILM HAHAHHAHAH

jinx is RJ i suppose, very focused on the art she wants to create. SHE'S MAKIN CINEMA

idk, i think lux and lorraine are similar in the way that both of them want independence (?) lorraine from being seen as this "innocent" church mouse and taking control of her own emotions and lux wanting to be a mage without fear of execution (THOSE ARE 2 DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT THINGS I KNOW HSHSHHSAHS)

and caitvi are just the cops who investigate the massacre at the end of the movie lmao 💀

#my art #league of legends #kda #kda evelynn #kda akali #akalynn #jinx #luxanna crownguard #vi #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi #kda ahri #kda kai'sa #kahri

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attic-club-sandwich · 2 years ago

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Envious Touches

my 2nd entry for @property-of-diavolo's Fuck//Love Roulette event! Thank you for doing this event, it's been so much fun!!

Check out my first entry: Morning Reflections

This is going to be Love, Leviathan, and Jealousy. i know super ironic i rolled Levi and Jealously

Leviathan x gn!MC.

Poly!MC with all of the brothers is also implied in this story.

also tagging @delphi-dreamin who wanted to be tagged in future writings! ;)

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He hated it when you displayed affection with his brothers. As the Avatar of Envy, the subtle touches that no one else would notice were very apparent through his eyes. The sight of Mammon’s hand brushing yours, Asmo’s arms wrapped around your neck, the way Satan would gently place a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and even just the way Lucifer looked at you was enough to send him over the edge.

He suspected that everyone had noticed his foul mood lately, but no one had said a word to him about it. Of course, it's not like they cared about their gross, otaku brother. One evening as they finished dinner, it was his turn on dish duty and the twins were helping to tidy up the kitchen. You were there too of course, helping to dry the dishes as he washed them. You were so adorable, humming to yourself as you passed the dry dishes to Belphie for him to put away. Beel was rummaging through the fridge, trying to find a spot to store his portion of the leftovers amongst the other snacks he had stashed inside. MC suddenly stopped humming. “Levi, I've been meaning to ask you something…” they began as they focused their attention on drying the plate in their hands. His stomach flipped at the question. Oh no, they’ve noticed how much of a jerk I've been lately…they’re totally about to chew me out! he thought. “Y-Yeah, MC?” he stuttered nervously. MC opened their mouth to say something as they passed along the dry plate to Belphie, who interrupted by planting a kiss directly onto their cheek. The youngest chuckled to himself as MC turned to scold him, but he noticed how they blushed and how the corners of their mouth turned up into a small smirk.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He dropped the dish he had been washing into the sink as his demon form began to take over. He could feel the tingling in his temples from his coral-like horns sprouting through, and his tail thumped heavily to the ground. “L-Levi?! Are you okay?” he could hear MC squeak in surprise. Their hand was placed gently across the place where he knew their pact mark to be. His face burned, he couldn’t believe he lost his cool that easily. He quickly turned on his heel and fled from the kitchen. He raced past his other brothers who were startled with worry at the sight of his sudden transformation. Retreating to his room, he slammed the door behind him and darted to his bathtub, seeking comfort within the deep porcelain walls. Hugging his Ruri-Chan pillow to his chest, he scanned his aquarium for Henry, hoping to talk to him about his embarrassing outburst.

Suddenly, he heard a knock at his door. “Levi? It’s me… Can I come in?” his tail began to flick in annoyance at hearing MC’s voice. “No, go away.” he mumbled. He heard his lock click open and he quickly sat up to see MC barging into his room. “D-Did you just pick my lock?!” he gasped. MC beamed, clearly proud of themself as they held a bobby pin between their fingers. “Yup, Mammon taught me that little trick.” He rolled his eyes and groaned as he layed back down in his tub. MC cautiously approached the tub, and took a seat on the side. “What’s wrong, Levi? I felt your pact earlier. There’s no use in lying to me.” He buried his face in his pillow, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “P-Please go away, MC. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m so disgusted with myself.” MC’s gaze softened as he spoke. “I’m not going anywhere. Please look at me.” He lifted his gaze to study MC’s expression, expecting it to be nothing but disappointment and disgust. Instead, he saw worry and concern. “I-I just…I get so jealous when my brothers touch you. I want to be the only one to touch you.” MC chuckled lightly, reaching out to grab his hand. “Levi, you dummy. Right now you can be the only one to touch me. We still have moments alone like this together, right?” He blushed as MC’s hand grabbed his. It was soft and always brought him such warmth and comfort. He squeezed it, and brought it up to his cheek. “I-I'm sorry…you are right…I was being dumb.” Shaking their head, MC gently stroked his cheek. “No, it’s okay. This must be especially hard on you, Levi. I know you’re trying your best.”

Gently, he pulled MC into the tub with him. He felt their weight press onto his lap, and the blood rushed straight into his cheeks. “Is t-this o-okay?” he asked, anxiously. MC nodded as they steadied themselves by placing their hands on his hips. He gazed up at them, almost completely hypnotized by their presence. MC smirked and began to slowly run their hands up to his chest, leaning forward in the process. He felt the heat rush further down his body as they placed a soft kiss to his lips. “You know…It’s just us now, Levi. Show me how much you want to touch me.”

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Three: He Was Checking You Out

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till The Wheels Fall Off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

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“Auntie Nova,” Elenor shouted over the sound of the shower.

“What’s up princess?” I smiled, poking my head around the shower curtain, making sure my body was covered.

“Poppy, called me your name today,” she whispered with an air of sadness in her voice. She was too young to fully understand Pops’ health concerns, but she knew something was wrong with him, there was no way we could hide that from anyone.

Retreating behind the shower curtain I ran my hands over my face. How the fuck was I meant to explain to her that her Poppy’s memory was getting worse? I took a deep breath before speaking. “Poppy just got confused, baby, he was watching the race and when I was your age, I used to sit on his knee watching with him.”

“Okay,” she hummed, slowly nodding her head as she chewed the inside of her mouth. I could tell by her reaction it was not the response she was seeking but I let out a small sigh of relief when she asked no more questions on the subject. For now, I had dodged a bullet, but I needed to warn Jax that at some point we needed to try to find a way to explain everything to Elenor that wouldn’t scare her. She loved her Poppy to bits and the last thing we wanted to do was cause her to worry.

“Have you thought about what you want to wear tonight?” I asked, quickly changing the subject as I shut the water off. Reaching my arm out of the shower I fumbled until I found the towel.

“My Ferrari hoodie,” she giggled, making me smile. I had definitely taught her well when it came to which team to support.

“Good choice, baby,” I grinned to myself as I wrapped the towel around my body. I was so grateful that we made sure the bar had an apartment upstairs and that we all kept a spare change of clothes here. “Has Uncle Bobby made you anything to eat?”

“He made my favorite.” She beamed as I pulled back the shower curtain, stepping out over the edge of the bath. I didn’t need to ask her what she had, her go to was always chicken nuggets and curly fries. It was honestly quite scary how alike Elenor was to not only Jax but to myself as well, especially since I had no blood relation to either of them.

Once we were both back in the small bedroom I quickly dried myself and got dressed. The outfit I had was simple: a ribbed light gray cropped vest top, black high waisted skinny jeans, my oversized long gray cardigan and finishing the outfit off with my black boots. It was the perfect outfit for relieving Chibs for the rest of the night whilst maintaining that edgy look I preferred whilst working at the bar.

Staring at my reflection I let out a small breath, my whole life I had been battling with the demons. It had been a long road, but I was slowly loving the body I was in but some days the voices grew louder making them hard to ignore. Taking one final glance at my appearance I made sure I was satisfied, I had done my makeup in record time but decided to leave my hair as it was because drying it was more effort than I wanted to spare right now. Feeling Elenor take my hand, I tore my gaze from the mirror smiling down at my niece. “Come on then, trouble.” I hummed. “Let’s go find your Dad.”

The two of us ran down the stairs, quickly reaching the small hallway that ran through the entire building, at the end was the main bar area, on the right side was mine and Jax’s shared office which was off limits to everyone and then the kitchen and storage area were towards the back.

Elenor instantly made her way over to Jax who was sitting with some guys from the MC, whilst I dipped in the kitchen to check on Bobby.

“There's my favorite cook,” I hummed, entering the kitchen. “How’s it been tonight?” I asked, leaning against the stainless steel countertop, picking at the batch of curly fries that had just come out of the oven.

“Not too bad, it’s been pretty steady, to be honest,” Bobby nodded, “it’s nice that it’s just the usuals. Lord help me when the summer tourists finally hit. Might have to drag a prospect or two in to help.”

“Whatever you need, you know you’ve got it. All you need to do is say the words,” I smiled, as he passed me a bowl of chicken nuggets, cocking my brow at him he just smirked.

“You won’t eat otherwise, and picking at the fries doesn’t count either,” he said, giving me a knowing look. Leaning over I pressed a kiss against his cheek before pushing myself off the counter to go relieve Chibs from behind the bar.

As I entered the main room, chicken nuggets in hand, I took a moment to scan the area; it was still pretty early in the evening so the place was somewhat quiet, however I knew things would change once the lads finished work piling in the bar. But it was something I loved, this bar was the heart of the town.

As soon as I was behind the counter I abandoned my chicken nuggets on the side before placing a clean mug under the spout of the coffee machine, pressing the green button on the front of the appliance to make Pops a fresh brew. He rarely drank alcohol now, so we always made sure we had a good stock of fresh coffee grounds and soft drinks, not only for him but for Elenor, too.

Looking up from the machine, my heart melted as I watched Jax with his daughter. Elenor brought out a completely different side to him. When he was with her he became softer, watched his language and didn’t drink too much. Initially it was weird seeing Jax completely change, but it always made me smile. She definitely made him a better man.

My mind was spinning with what Elenor had revealed to me upstairs, my worries were getting worse when it came to Pops’ health. Now he was calling Elenor by my name. I had a strong feeling things were only going to get worse. I needed to speak to him; I needed to understand what was going on with him right now even if he wasn’t going to make any sense. Looking over to the booth that Pops was sitting in I saw a bright smile on his face, one I hadn’t seen for a couple of days, it always warmed my heart. But the main thing I noticed was he wasn’t sitting alone, there were two people sitting with him, both with their backs to the bar.

Taking a deep breath, I left them to it not wanting to disrupt the conversation that was causing Pops to be this ecstatic.

“He looks happy,” Chibs whispered, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah, he does. So anything I should know?” I asked, changing the subject, glancing at Chibs over my shoulder.

“Nope, you are all good to take over, lass,” Chibs winked, leaning against the bar, pulling the beer bottle to his lips. He was hiding something from me, the smirk on his face gave that away, in fact I knew when all the club members were keeping things from me, one of the numerous benefits of being brought up around the MC. Raising my brow at him, he just shook his head quickly changing the conversation. “Tig isn’t joining us tonight, so it's gonna be a quiet one.”

“Tiggy isn’t gracing us with his presence, has hell frozen over?” I chuckled, as I finished the coffee. “I swear he props the bar up most nights.”

“I think one of his kids is in town for a couple of days,” Chibs shrugged.

“Which one?”

“The crazy one.”

“Again which one?” I chuckled, cocking my brow at my favorite Scotsman.

When it came to Tig and his girls we all knew it was best not to interfere, letting him do what he needed to do because the last time one of us got involved it got messy.

It didn’t take long for the coffee to be ready but before I had a chance to take it over to Pops, Chibs had already picked the mug up from the counter. “Oh and lass, you never know who might be in the bar tonight,” he smirked, throwing me a wink as he exited the bar making his way through the room to join Pops and whoever was sharing the booth with him.

Shaking off his words I quickly found myself busy tending the bar along with serving food, even though Tig wasn’t gracing us with his presence tonight the place still had a buzz about it. Scanning the room I was greeted with the familiar faces of people I grew up with, most nights it was filled with members of the MC. This was practically our home, if you couldn’t find one of the guys around town, you knew they would be here.

More of the locals joined us when we hosted themed nights, quiz and karaoke evenings were definitely the most popular. I loved it when this place was packed, the sounds of everyone talking, laughing and having a good time with their friends and family.

It also made the hours pass quickly.

However, no matter what I did I couldn’t shake the feeling of worry, I needed to speak to Jax about Pops. We needed to sit down and work out what we were going to tell Elenor but we needed to figure it out sooner rather than later.

Eventually things quietened down, the mad rush of everyone finishing work had passed, giving me a chance to catch my breath, looking over to where Pops was sitting, noticing that his guests had left. Quickly I grabbed the two mugs of fresh coffee before making my way over the booth, sliding into the cherry red leather, automatically resting my head on his shoulder.

“How was your evening?” I asked, letting the familiar smell of coffee and aftershave wash over me.

“Pretty amazing, my sweet Nova,” Pops beamed. Pulling away from him I looked up noticing how wide his smile was, he had that sparkle back in his eyes. “I spent the whole evening talking to Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly.”

I had just taken a large sip of coffee as he spoke, his words caught me off guard causing me to choke on the caffeinated liquid.

The realization finally hit me like a ton of bricks, he had completely lost his mind.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to ignore the feeling of my stomach twisting into a tight knot. I knew there was no way he had spent the evening talking to two drivers that he had spent two hours watching on the TV.

“Of course you did Pops,” I mumbled, trying to mask my worry with a strangled laugh. “Let me go find Jax, he is your ride home tonight.”

Pushing myself to my feet I scurried back behind the bar, bouncing on the balls of my feet whilst I waited for Jax to finish conversation with Chibs. I found myself holding back tears as I tried to calm myself down. I was normally pretty good at holding it together and not showing any emotion to the outside world but right now I was failing.

Suddenly Jax was now standing in front of me, wrapping his arms around me providing a sense of comfort. Yes, me and Jax fought like biological siblings but when it came down to it I knew I could count on him when I felt weak and needed someone to be strong for me for once.

“Where’s your head at Squirt?” Jax hummed, guiding me from behind the bar and out onto the patio terrace.

“Can you take Pops home please?” I sniffled, pulling away from him, leaning against the wall. Automatically I ran my hands over my face before speaking again, Jax extended his hand holding out a smoke which I gratefully took. “I’m worried, Pops is getting worse. Tonight he told me he spent the evening talking to Leclerc and Gasly.”

“As in Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly?” Jax mocked, cocking his brow at me. There was something about the look on his face, I couldn't quite place. Normally I was pretty good at reading my brother but right now I was struggling.

“Yuup,” I hummed, popping the ‘p’, ignoring his playful tone. Right now wasn’t the time for him to be joking. “My head is spinning right now, he is getting worse. I don’t know if I have time to focus on Pops, the bar, and the cafe. I feel like I am drowning. I think we need to look at getting outside help.”

The moment the words left my lips I felt the bile rise in my throat. I hated myself for even saying them. Teller’s never quit on family, but saying those words made me feel like I was giving up on him, when in reality I was just struggling to keep my head above water. The look on Jax’s face changed, this look was something I knew all too well, it was a look that told me he felt guilty.

“Nova,” Jax breathed, draping his arm around my shoulder, pressing a kiss against my temple. “You deserve a break more than any of us. I know the last couple of weeks, hell even the past year with the custody hearings, I haven’t been around much and I am so fucking sorry,” his voice was quiet as he spoke. “I will take Pops home, don’t worry about anything else but the bar tonight. Tomorrow we will sit down and work out what we need to do to help him.”

Taking a deep breath, I silently nodded at Jax. “I just hope tomorrow is a better day,” I whispered.

“It will be, Squirt,” Jax hummed, “think positive. We are in this together, till the wheels fall off, remember.”

Hours had passed, the work was steady which I was grateful for however I desperately needed sleep. Over the last month I had been opening up the cafe followed by a closing shift at the bar. Both businesses were short staffed due to people taking vacation time and illness, meaning I had to spread myself thin to make sure both establishments kept bringing in income for the club. I could have asked for help getting some of the prospects in to take some of the pressure off but the truth was I didn’t trust them. They hadn’t been patched yet and a lot of them still had to prove their loyalty to the club.

The moment I had put the lock on the main doors of the bar I let out a huge sigh of relief that was until I looked around the bar seeing the glasses scattered across the tables. The prospects that had been chosen to help around the bar really hadn’t pulled their weight this evening, confirming my decision not to ask for any help. I was definitely going to be having words with Jax about it.

Glancing at the time I groaned knowing that by the time I had finished the clean up it would be well past 2am, so once I had gotten to bed I would only end up having a couple of hours sleep before I had to be up to get the cafe ready for opening.

It made me wonder if it was even worth going to sleep tonight.

“Nova, go home,” Bobby said, appearing from the direction of the kitchen. He already had the large black plastic tub that we used for collecting the glasses tucked under his arms. “I’ve got this, you go get yourself in bed, sweetheart. The last thing we need is you collapsing from exhaustion.”

“You sure?” I asked, trying to hide the yarn that escaped from my lips.

“Absolutely,” he said, flashing me a soft smile.

Right now I was so grateful, I hated abandoning ship but I knew I could never win this fight with Bobby. He was someone that once he had set his mind on something you couldn’t do anything about it.

It didn’t take me long to round my things up, not when it comprised my phone, smokes, car keys and lighter. Slipping everything into my pockets I strolled over to Bobby giving him a hug.

As I was making my way out of the bar Bobby started speaking again. “I’m proud of you sweetheart, you acted better than we all expected tonight.”

“What are you on about?” I laughed, cocking my eyebrow at him in confusion.

“We were graced with the presence of your favorite Formula One driver tonight,” he said with a large smirk firmly planted on his face.

Great first Pops and now Bobby, was everyone losing their mind in this town?

I had two options: play along with it or call him out on him going crazy. After weighing up my options I decided to go along with this crazy story.

“I know right! I can’t believe they chose our small town, let alone our bar,” I squealed over dramatically whilst rolling my eyes. “Maybe they will come back tomorrow, we will fall madly in love before running off into the sunset together!”

“Kiddo with how the boy was checking you out, it wouldn’t surprise me if he became a regular,” Bobby replied, with a large smirk on his face.

“You’ve been reading Elenor too many stories, old man,” I scoffed, once again rolling my eyes at him. There was no way on this earth that two talented formula one drivers were in the bar let alone checking me out. “Maybe I need to send you with Pops to the memory clinic.”

“Sweetheart, he definitely was, I swear Jax was moments away from ripping his throat out with the way Leclerc was running his eyes over your body,” he chuckled, a large smirk gracing his face as he continued to collect glasses.

“Goodnight, you crazy old man, I will text you the details of Pops’ next appointment,” I hollered over my shoulder, making my way to the back exit.

For what felt like the millionth time this evening my mind was spinning.

Was it fuck with Nova day or something?

Clambering in the driver's seat of my old truck I rested my forehead against the steering wheel, I desperately needed sleep. I knew I would be fine in the morning and this would just be a bad dream.

The drive home went by in a blur, a small smile appeared on my face as I noticed Jax had left the porch light on for me. No matter how many times he did this it always warmed my heart.

All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep, but there was something playing on my mind. I needed to know if Pops and Bobby were telling the truth because if they were I had made a complete fool of myself from the moment me and Jax got back from dirt biking. I just prayed that if he was in the bar, he wasn’t there when I was reciting Crofty’s commentary from Monza. Because if he was then I could never show my face in the bar again.

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