#bon floyd x reader

[therealmilfdennys]

ummmm hey fellas so what if. hypothetically. i had a lot of emotions and feelings towards lewis pullman's characters and Also some. disgusting nasty fanfic ideas for a certain bull riding cowboy? would anybody be interested in that? because...i have Things I need to Say

also maybe justified?? idk man i've been on my cowboy shit recently and jacob pitts makes me feel a certain way

[sstrawberriel]

Please a Bob bot!! I’m begging, the plot could probably be something sweet like him not telling the rest of his friends he had a girlfriend and when you show up they all end up badgering him with questions <3

Love your bots!!

~🍮

Yes yes yes, absolutely yes. Bot is already posted babes.

This is like the first ever request ive gotten around to do because ive just been so so so busy since ive just gotten two new puppies and I haven't been feeling that well so my motivation has been at an all time low </3 but this request was just too cute to resist💝💝

Also, I am so happy to hear that you enjoy my bots😭🫶 I always stress over if anyone is gonna think they're any good whenever I make one, so this is so nice to hear. I absolutely love when people compliment my work, it really gives me motivation to keep doing what I love n posting bots, so thank u so much<33

Anyways, I'll stop yapping. I hope you like the bot, and have fun!!💋

[alastor-simp]

Masterlist

This is my first time making a masterlist and I'm not much of a writer, but I will try my best. I do not accept requests rn

Started 08/28/23

Twisted Wonderland

Twisted Wonderland Zodiac Book (from my wattpad):

#1 - What Dorm Are You Staying At?

#2 - Who Becomes Your Best Friend?

#3 - Your Unique Magic?

#4 - Who Do You Have A Crush On?

#5 - Who Has A Crush On You?

#6 - Who Becomes Your Boyfriend?

#7 - What Part Of Your Body Does Your Boyfriend Love To Kiss

#8 - Which Dorm Do You Spend Halloween With?

#9 - Who Helps You Study For Exams?

Twisted Wonderland Would You Rather?

Would You Rather #1

Would You Rather #2

Would You Rather #3

Would You Rather #4

Would You Rather #5

Apologizing to Them Series:

Jamil Viper

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver

Floyd Leech

Epel Felmier

Riddle Roseheart

Kalim Al-Asim

Azul Ashengrotto

Leona Kingscholar

Them Apologizing to you Series:

Riddle Roseheart - Part 1 , Part 2

Vil Schoenheit

Ace Trapolla - Part 1 , Part 2

Azul Ashengrotto - Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

Headcannons:

Dorm leaders with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Vice dorm leaders with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Azul Ashengrotto with a reader like "Uma" from Descendants

Leona comforting a crying reader

Calling Dorm leaders (minus Vil) Beautiful

Ruggie, Jade, Floyd and Lilia Reacting To The Reader Calling Them Beautiful

Lilia Vanrouge Catches Reader Cosplaying As Them

Watching a Horror Movie with Riddle, Leona, and Azul

Watching a Horror Movie with Kalim and Vil

Watching a Horror Movie With Idia and Malleus

Watching a Horror Movie with Floyd

First Years with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Cater, Ortho, Silver, Neige, Chenya, and Rollo Flamme with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Taking Care Of My Rose - Riddle Roseheart x Sick Female Reader

Black Butler✪

Headcannons

Ciel and Sebastian react to reader who sings like “Ado"

Smash, Hug Or Pass:

#1

#2

Character Spotify Playlist:

Alastor -> 📻🎶

Angel Dust -> 🕷🎶

Charlie Morningstar -> 🌈🎶

Vaggie -> 🗡🎶

Lucifer Morningstar -> 🦆🎶

𝗛𝗮𝘇𝗯𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗹/Helluva Boss

Sleeping on his Lap- Alastor x Reader

"Ticklish My Dear?" - Alastor x Reader

Dressing Up As Him - Alastor x Reader

Soothing Sounds📻🌧 - Alastor x Reader

Alastor with selectively mute reader series - Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 Finale

Horror Movie Night - Alastor x Reader

La Vie En Rose - Alastor x Reader

Caught In The Fluff - Angel Dust x Reader

Poison - Angel Dust x Powerful Female Overlord Reader : Part 1 , Part 2 , Epilogue (R-18 Smut Warning)

Sensitive Soul😔 - Alastor x Reader

Special Guest🎙 - Alastor x Singer Reader

Masquerade Ball🎭 - Alastor x Reader

Hugging Them Out of Nowhere - Hazbin Hotel Gang

I See No Fear In Your Eyes - Alastor x Reader

My My, Aren’t You Adorable - Alastor with Nezuko Kamado Reader

Burnt Out😞 - Alastor x Burnt Out Reader

Pocky Kiss Game😘 - Hazbin Hotel Gang x Reader

Such a Tease - Angel Dust x Fem Human Reader: Part 1 , Part 2 Finale

A What Now? - Alastor with Non-Binary Reader 💛🤍💜🖤

Bon Appétit! - Alastor x Fem Chef Reader

Hugging Them Out of Nowhere - Lucifer Morningstar, Cherri Bomb, Vox, and Valentino

Sickly Deer - Sick Alastor x Fem Reader

Female Demon Who Sings Like Japanese Singer "Ado" - Hazbin Hotel Gang : Part 1 , Part 2

Why? - Alastor x Powerful Female Overlord Reader : Part 1

Birthday Boy🥳 - Angel Dust x Female Reader Birthday Smut - Part 1

Enchanting Lullaby🧜‍♀️ - Insomniac Alastor x Sea Siren Reader

Caught in Her Web🕸 - Angel Dust x Zestial Daughter

“Disgusting, aren’t they?” - Alastor without gloves x Female Reader

Hugging Them Out Of Nowhere - I.M.P Gang + Stolas Goetia

Returning The Favor - Alastor x Sick Female Reader *Sequel to Sickly Deer*

Be My Valentine- Alastor x Fem Reader (Valentines Special)

Sudden Attraction❤️‍🔥 - Alastor x Female Reader (Rated Mature, R-18, NSFW)-Not for Minors

Hazbin Hotel Gang Reacts to Sally Face Reader

Hazbin Hotel Gang Reacts to Pokemon: Part 1

[topguncortez]

The Origin of Honeybee

pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female Reader (OC: Bea Clark) word count: 3.5k warnings: angsty, smutty, language, teen pregnancy, religious trauma themes Bob & Bea Masterlist | Opposites Attract Masterlist

It was a fairy tale love story. The two high school sweethearts who were never seen apart. But, it had started before that fateful day in junior year when Bob found the bravery to ask you out officially. He knew you were going to be his from the first day you walked into his father’s 5th grade classroom. You had started the school year late, beginning in October. Your mom had taken over for a teacher who decided to quit during the school year. Mr. Floyd had introduced you to his class, and Bob couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

You were mesmerizing, your eyes hidden behind a pair of blue glasses, your hair in pigtails which you had fought your mom on saying that they made you seem too little kiddish, and the most noticeable, a bright pink cast on your right arm. You had taken the only open seat, right next to Bob, by his father’s desk. You two didn’t say anything, paying attention to the math lesson his dad was teaching. It wasn’t until you went to lunch, you sat at the only empty table, opening your purple lunch box and pulling out the PB&J your dad had packed. Bob walked over to you, you looked up at him,

“Can I sit with you?” He asked shyly and you nodded. He sat across from you, opening his Superman lunch box. The two of you sat in silence for a couple moments, eating your home lunches until Bob spoke up. 

“I’m Bobby,” Bob introduced himself softly.

“Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bea,” You said.

“What happened to your arm?” He asked.

“Fell off a four wheeler at my grandma’s house,” You said wiggling your fingers, “They had to put a metal rod in,”

“Are you serious?” Bob asked, his blue eyes wide. 

“So serious,” You said with a smile. The two of you didn’t separate for the rest of the day, getting to know one another. At the end of the day, Bob walked over to you, he didn’t say anything but held up a black magic marker. You nodded and held out your casted arm, and in very scribbly handwriting Bob wrote his name.

— — — 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 — — — 

It was from that point on, the two of you were inseparable. No one ever saw Bob without Bea, and vice versa. They had moved on from playdates after school, to begging parents and older siblings to take them to the roller rink, to sneaking sips of alcohol at Bob’s older brother Ben’s legendary bon fires. You were lucky to have someone by your side to battle that awkward first of high school, where everyone was starting to change, but they never seemed to change. The only change was that Bob’s father had died your freshman year. You sat by his side the whole time during the funeral, holding his hand and occasionally wiping a tear from his face. 

“Have you been asked to homecoming?” Ben asked you, as he sat on the couch in the Floyd family basement. 

You shrugged, you were shy, no one had noticed you outside of your friends. You had gotten braces over the summer, and were constantly checking the wires on your teeth in the screen of your phone. You had also started the joyous life of being a woman. Puberty had hit both you and Bob. You guys had now started to move into that awkward phase of life, where you were trying to figure out what was happening and if you found someone else attractive or if it was just the newly released hormones.

“Well since it’s your first homecoming, I’ll take you. . . and Bob.” Ben said and glared at his younger brother who was setting up his model train set. 

Bob was thankful that Ben had asked you to go with both of them. It made it easier for him to suppress his feelings a little longer. The only person who he confided in about how he felt was Ben. Bob wasn’t jealous of your relationship with his brother, your and Ben’s relationship was brother-sister. You constantly butt heads but would make up with a joke or buying the other food. Ben had purposely ditched the two of you at Homecoming to dance with Megan Stevens, making you and Bob have to not only talk to each other alone, but dance with each other too.

Freshman year fall faded into the summer, and the boys were busy working on the ranch. You hardly saw the two of them unless you were helping their mother Elizabeth cook dinner, or they needed your help with something. While Bob was sweating in the sun every day, you tried out for the cheer team and made it. You had fallen in love with the varsity quarterback, Logan Brooks, and had decided to join the cheer team. You got your braces off and had figured out a good hair care routine. Your new found confidence was radiant, and the boys could see it.

Much to Bob’s dismay, you had started to slip away from him, spending more time with your new cheer friends and boyfriend. Bob had fought his shyness and stood next to his older brother in the front row of the stands during every football game. Ben knew that Bob didn’t care much about the team, but was there to watch your bright smile as you cheered along the side lines. 

“I don’t even understand football,” Bob said.

“It's easy,” Ben said, explaining the game to him, but Bob absent mindedly nodded along, his eyes looking at you cheering in front of him. 

“If you don’t ask Bea to prom this year, I’m gonna ask her,” Ben said, snapping Bob out of his daze.

“What? Why would you do that? And what makes you think she won’t go with Logan?” Bob said.

“Cause Logan’s eyes aren’t staring at Bea’s ass right now,” Ben said and pointed towards the quarterback, who’s eyes were looking at another girl. 

Bob grimaced and frowned. He saw the way you smiled and hugged Logan’s sweaty frame as he walked off the field after winning. Bob also saw the way Logan was looking at another girl from the other team, as you talked to him about how good he did during the game.

— — — 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 — — — 

“I don’t even know what I did wrong?” You cried, rubbing your nose with a crumbled up Kleenex. Ben was standing in the doorway to his and Bob’s room, as you sat on Bob’s bed. Some sad song was playing on the record player and Bob was handing you more Kleenex. 

Logan had started to be secretive and distant. He was constantly on his phone, hiding it from you. The nicknames and PDA had stopped, and so did most of the daily conversations between the two of you. It wasn’t until you went to deliver him some cookies for his birthday that you had spotted the white BMW in the driveway. He opened the door, shirtless and light bruises covered his abs and collar bone. He didn’t even have to say anything, but you knew. Logan had called out to you as you threw the cookie dish at his car and flipped him off walking away.

“We should go egg his house,” Ben said, “Or go all Carrie Underwood with a Louisville slugger,”

“Ben,” Bob said and shook his head no, “He’s an idiot, honeybee.” The nickname that Elizabeth had given her years ago fell so easily from Bob’s lips, “He didn’t even realize how lucky he was to have you,” You looked up at Bob, those E/C that he had fallen in love with wet with tears. He sat next to you on your bed, his arm thrown around you, while Sam sat in your beanbag chair, “You want to watch a movie?”

“Tommy Boy?” You asked, it was your favorite movie, you could almost quote it word for word.

“Well, thank you both for the invite but I gotta go pick up Olivia for our date,” Ben said, winking at his younger brother. Ben came and kissed your forehead, “It’ll all be okay, Bea. But if you wake up and see my face on the front page for egging or slashing a hole in all four tires, it was for a good cause,”

You laughed at the boy and Bob said goodbye to his brother. You two settled in, watching the movie. At some point in time you had both fallen asleep, but when you woke up, Bob’s arms were wrapped around your waist and your head was on his chest. It was then that you realized that you were falling in love with your best friend.

— — — 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 — — — 

There was an obvious shift between the two of you. Everyone could see it, Bob’s siblings, Ben, your parents, Bob’s mom. It was just a matter of time until you two could see it. You both felt the love you had for each other, but both were too stubborn and scared to act on it. It wasn’t until you brought home another boy that Bob knew his window of opportunity was closing. So while you were walking around, pacing the basement floor ranting about whatever his name was, Bob stood up.

“Bea, he doesn’t deserve you. None of them do,” Bob said, “Does he even know your favorite flower? Or what color do you prefer of your favorite flower?”

“No but-“

“It’s orange roses,” Bob said, “You said you hate the cliche white and red, that you prefer orange but will settle for yellow. You fell in love with them when your grandma accidentally planted an orange rose bush when she got sick with dementia. She tried to dig them up, but your grandpa told her that they were unique and beautiful just like she was. You said that was the moment you believed in true love.”

You looked at Bob, his honey brown eyes staring into yours. Your body moved quicker than your brain, and you grabbed his face, connecting your lips together. He grabbed your hips, pulling you into him as you both melted into the kiss. It was like time stopped, and fireworks exploded behind you.

“Ah!” Ben yelled, opening the basement door, “Mom! It’s happening!” He smiled and ran over to go get his mom, leaving the two teens who now had deep red blushes across their cheeks.

— — — 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 — — — 

You and Bob seemed to be even closer than ever before. Like always, where anyone saw Bob, you were surely to follow. When they told their friends that they had finally started dating, everyone let out a sigh in relief followed by a “finally”. It seemed as though you and Bob were the only ones who were oblivious to the love that you both had for each other. 

Prom was supposed to be the most important night of a young girl's life, but you were absolutely terrified. You had been hyper fixating on your dress and thinking of all the things that can go wrong when you put it on. Your mother did your hair, deciding to curl it and leave it down. Your dress was black, you went for simple (partially because it was what you could afford). Bob was just as nervous as you as he sat on your couch, your dad staring him down. He held onto the plastic box with your corsage with all his might. He was sure that he was sweating through the rental tux. The moment he heard your mother come down the stairs and he stood up, his blue eyes going wide. 

“My god, honeybee,” Bob sighed out and your father glared at him. Bob walked from the couch over to the bottom of the stairs and held his hand out for you. You smiled and took his hand, “You’re gorgeous.” 

“Thank you,” You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “You clean up nicely.” 

“Oh, Bea, be nice to that boy,” Your mom said, “Get close for pictures!” 

You probably took a thousand pictures in front of your fireplace. Your face was hurting from smiling so much. Bob had spent all morning cleaning his truck so you didn’t get your dress dirty. He helped you get into the old Ford, making sure that no part of the dress would get stuck in the door. Your mom smiled fondly at the two of you as you drove off. 

“They’re going to get married someday,” Your dad muttered and looked at his wife, “He looks at her the way I look at you.” 

“I know,” Your mom said and kissed her husband. 

You and Bob danced until your feet hurt and he ended up carrying you in his arms back to his truck at the end of the night. There was too much excitement in the air to just go home and go to sleep, so instead, Bob drove you out to the old Oak tree in the middle of his family’s ranch. The night was clear and you could see all of the stars from where you laid in the back of his truck. He put a blanket down so you wouldn’t dirty your dress and you would be somewhat comfortable. 

Though stargazing only lasted so long, and soon enough you were in a heated make out session in the back of Bob’s truck. His hands were grazing all over your body as if he couldn’t get enough of you. Your hands tugged on his long locks, his curls curling a bit under his ears. You loved his longer hair, you thought it made him look perfectly older. 

“Bob,” You moaned as he kissed your neck. 

“Yeah?” He asked, grinding his hips into yours. 

“Make me yours,” You said barely above a whisper. Bob pulled away from you and looked at you. 

“Are-are you sure?” He asked, caressing your cheek, “We don’t have to do anything just cause it’s prom night. Hell, that’s such a dumb-” You cut him off by kissing him. 

“Bobby,” You said, holding his jaw with your hand, “Make me yours.” 

“Don’t gotta tell me twice, honeybee,” Bob said, his voice a bit raspy as he leaned back in and kissed you. You guys fell into a frenzy of roaming hands and kisses, stripping each other of your clothes. You guys looked at each other, having to see each other naked and being intimate for the first time. You laid under Bob, eyes roaming all over his body, “You are even more perfect than I imagined,”

“You imagined me?” You smirked and Bob blushed.

“Once or twice,” He said and leaned in to kiss you, “Do you want to do this?” He asked you again, his blue eyes full of love.

“Make me yours, Bobby.”

— ��� — 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 — — — 

You had been sicker than a dog for nearly three weeks. Bob was starting to worry when you missed yet another day of school, but you were just too weak to even climb out of bed. He had gathered your homework and planned on stopping by to give it to you after school. But the frantic text from you had him rushing into the parking lot and speeding to get to you. 

You were sitting on the couch in tears when he arrived, your mother and father sitting across from you. Bob felt like he just walked into the middle of an intervention, the air was thick with tension. He called out for you, but you shook your head and your father stood up from his chair. 

“Robert Floyd,” Your father’s voice was gruff and all Bob could do was nod, “You got my little girl pregnant?” Bob’s head snapped to you and you seemed to be crying harder than before. 

“I’m so sorry,” You cried and Bob looked back at your dad and nodded. Your mom let out a gasp and left the room quickly, not being able to look at you any longer. 

Your father ran a hand down his face and then put his hands on his hips. His eyes looked at you, “Get out of my house, Beatrice.” 

“Daddy,” You stood up from the couch.

“Wait, Mr. Clark-” 

“You disobeyed the bible!” Your father’s voice was loud and rattled you to your core. Bob watched as you began shaking like a leaf in the wind, “I will not have a sinner and a bastard child under my roof! Look what you did to your mother!” Your dad pointed to the direction your mother went crying, “Gather your things, and get out of my house.” 

Your father stormed out of the room, leaving you and Bob alone. Bob quickly rushed to your side and wrapped you up in his arms. You held onto him tightly, afraid he might disappear on you. Sobs racked your body as Bob tried to shush your tears. 

“Shh, honeybee, breathe,” Bob said, rubbing your back. He couldn’t help the tears welling up in his eyes at the sound of your cries. He wasn’t 100% sure what was going on other than the fact that you were possibly pregnant and your parents had just kicked you out. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” You said and Bob pulled back from you. He gently held your face in his hands and wiped your tears away with his thumb, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Bobby, you have to believe-” 

“I’m not blaming you for anything,” Bob shook his head, “Is what your dad said true? You’re pregnant?” 

You nodded and sniffled, “I haven’t been feeling good for weeks, and I missed my period. I drove to Davis to the drug store and got a pregnancy test and it came back positive. I’m sorry.” 

“Hey, quit apologizing, alright,” Bob said and kissed your forehead, “We’re gonna get through this, together. I’m not leaving you.” 

“What about the Navy? Bob, you have been dreaming of that since you were a kid.” One of  the first things Bob had told you back in the fifth grade, while you dangling upside down from the monkey bars was that he wanted to join the Navy. His dad had been in for a couple years to pay off his student debt, and he loved it. Bob had grown up watching air shows in Virginia beach during the Fourth of July. 

“I’ll figure it out. Whatever you want,” Bob said, and took both your hands in his, “You and this baby are my future, okay,” You nodded and bit your lip as brand new tears threatened to spill. 

“I have no place to go,” You cried and Bob shook his head. 

“Yes you do,” He said, “What do you need? I’ll go get it.” You rattled off a couple items that you can think of off the top of your head and Bob ran up to your room and packed you a bag. Your parents were hiding in the kitchen, far away from you and Bob. They must’ve really been ashamed of you if they couldn’t even say anything as Bob guided you out to his truck. 

The ride to the Floyd ranch was painfully silent. You looked out the window the whole time, resting your hand on your stomach. Bob would steal glances over at you every once in a while. You had stopped crying which was a plus, but your cheeks and nose were still red. When you pulled up in front of the old farmhouse, Bob jogged around to your side of the truck and helped you out. He held your hand the whole time as you walked into the house, the smell of dinner hitting both of your noses. You both could hear Elizabeth Floyd yelling at her younger kids, and the squeals of children running around. 

“Allison Floyd, if you don’t stop messing with your sister!” Elizabeth’s voice was firm as you and Bob walked into the kitchen. She took one look at you and knew what was going on. Call it a mother’s intuition. 

“She needs a place to stay. . . for a while,” Bob said and Elizabeth nodded. 

“You can take Benny’s room down in the basement,” Elizabeth said. You nodded and took your bag from Bob’s hands and made your way down to the familiar room that the eldest Floyd child once inhabited. When you were out of ear shot, Elizabeth looked at her son, “Her parents found out?” 

“Yeah,” Bob said, placing his hands on the back of the chair in front of him, “Kicked her out. I didn’t even know until I got there”

“And what are you gonna do? You gonna step up?” 

Bob nodded, “Of course. That’s my baby. I’m not gonna leave her high and dry. I’ll do whatever she wants to do.” 

“You better not, Robert Floyd. I raised you better than that. Now,” Elizabeth said and walked over to the pantry. Bob watched her a bit confused until she walked out with a sleeve of saltine crackers and a ginger ale, “Go give these to her. Poor girl looks like she hasn’t kept anything down in days.” 

Bob nodded again and took the items from his mom’s hands, “How did you know?”  

Elizabeth sighed, “Cause I had that same look on my face when we told your grandparents I was pregnant with Ben. Now go on, no time for questions.” 

“Thank you,” Bob said and went downstairs to find you.

[plscallmeeren]

A M E R I C A N W O M A N

Jennifer Walters x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: you (fem reader) love to cook and spoil your girlfriend (Jen). This was a short one sorry :/ have been very busy (six weeks traveling India there's a lot to see)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 600+

You hummed along to 'Glass Onion', singing a few words every now and then when you were sure about what they were. The rice boiled over while you were distractedly peeling tomatoes. "Fuck," you murmured, turning that stove off and wiping away some of the water.

I told you 'bout the fool on the hill, Lennon sang - you thought it was him - instantly making overcooked rice seem inconsequential as you joined in again. The song came to a close as you poured the tomatoes into the pot.

Kadhai Paneer was one of Jennifer's favourite curries, one you loved cooking for her whenever you had time. 'Lucifer Sam' by Pink Floyd blasted through your speakers and you whirled around dramatically when the lyrics began.

Keys rattled in the door and you jumped to attention, cursing under your breath. You knew you should have started earlier.

Before you knew it, Jen's steps were dragging through the apartment, tired eyes scanning the kitchen. She was obviously exhausted from a long day at work, but she smiled nonetheless. "You cooked again? What is that, it smells great... wait." She looked at you seriously. "You didn't."

"I did." You grinned, turning the music down a bit and rounding the counter to peck her on the lips. "Kadhai Paneer, dal, chapatis." You kissed her again, this time on her forehead. "You look beautiful. And tired."

"Such a sweet-talking devil," she cooed, laying her arms around your neck. "Can I help somehow?"

"Forget it. Lie down on the couch and rest. You're my hardworking American woman, after all." You smirked, hearing the song switch to 'American Woman' by Muddy Magnolias. "Do I look like, the step all over me type? I'm a whole lotta grown-ass American woman!"

Jen laughed, pressing her face against your shoulder. "Please don't turn the music down. I'll just watch you from the other side of the kitchen like some creep, okay?"

"Wouldn't dream of having it any other way," you said defiantly, leading her groggy form to the couch so she could collapse onto the plush seating. You gently massaged her shoulders just long enough so that she would relax with a great heaving sigh.

She lay splayed in a star shape, eyes on you relentlessly. Every now and then they fell closed by accident, but mostly her smile infected all her expression.

You waltzed back to the kitchen, spooning the rice and dal into separate bowls, head nodding. She chuckled as you put on a bit of a show, twirling and swaying as you set down plates and cutlery.

Next, your playlist treated you with another Pink Floyd, but a slow one. You calmed your movements somewhat, taking strides that matched the melody as you finally turned the last stove off.

Long you live and high you'll fly

Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry

And all you touch and all you see

Is all your life will ever be

"I don't know this one," Jen breathed, sitting up slowly, "but it's moving."

"Yeah, I think so," you whispered, sitting down and serving both your plates. "Makes you think, anyway."

Jennifer smiled, sat across. "Thank you for doing this. Now, but also in general. I don't know whether I show my gratitude enough."

"Save your good words for work," you laughed. "I love doing things for you. And if food makes you happy, then food it is."

"Food definitely makes me happy."

"Why, marvelous." She actually giggled, and you had to stop yourself from kissing her over the table. "Bon appetit."

"Right back at you. You're a great dancer, by the way."

"I know," you said smugly, but your insides went all warm and fuzzy anyway.

Jen had some spoonfuls before scooping with her chapati hurriedly. "Oh my God, this is good."

"Always the tone of surprise." She stopped, tilted her head with a look that said 'really?' in a board sort of voice. You loved that look.

[ihatethis1234]

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

You can call me kai, vex or vexian, Kurt my pronouns are he/him, I'm a trans gay guy, my favorite song is in-a-gadda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly my favorite animal is a raccoons I'm a fan of ghost, rammenstien, queen, pink Floyd, the beatles, rob Zombie, alice cooper, misfits, bon jovi, mindless self indulgence, insane clown posse, and system of a down.

My favorite movies include, black christmas, Halloween, friday the 13th, house of a thousand corpses, scream, the boy, and Texas chainsaw massacre 1 and 2.

I am local to the Ohio area so my time zone is est/ eastern Standard time.

My favorite characters are choptop Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, nubbins sawyer, micheal myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy lenz, Billy Loomis, and brahms heelshire.

My Spotify is 𝓥𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓪𝓷 you can copy it and search it in Spotify

I'm a Satanist

I am learning to speak german

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

~{Charaters}~

Alejandro -Cod

Argyle - Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove -Stranger Things

Billy Lenz -Black Christmas

Billy Loomis -Scream

Bo Sinclair - house of wax

Brahms Heelshire -The Boy

Bubba sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre

Captain Spaulding-House Of A Thousand Corpses

ChopTop Sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre 2

Corey Cunningham-Halloween Ends

Drayton Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Gaz -Cod

Geralt - The Witcher

Ghost - Cod

Harry Warden - My Bloody Valentine

Jack in the box mascot - it obvious where he's from.

Jareth The Goblin King - Labyrinth

Jason Voorhees -Friday The 13Th

Jhon Price -Cod

könig -Cod

Lester -house of wax

Micheal Myers -Halloween

Nubbins Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre

Otis Driftwood -House Of A Thousand Corpses

Secoundo - Ghost

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Thomas Hewitt -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre The Beginning

Vincent Sinclair - house of wax

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

. Smut

. Fluff

. Angst

. Comfort

. Horror

{Smut dos}

. The characters on the list above

. Slow build

. Porn with plot

. Sub reader

. Survice Sub reader

. Male reader

. Cis male reader

. Trans male reader (ftm)

{Kinks i absolutely write for}

. Blood kinks

. BDSM

. Bondage

. Choking

. Overstim

. Edging

. Anything rough (minus rape)

. Body worship

. Sex to music (idk what it's called)

. Foreplay

. Knife play (non traumatic)

. Gun play (non traumatic)

. Size kink

. Masochic

. Sadistic

. Crying (non forced way)

. Mutual masturbation

. Soft sex

. Soft Dom characters allowed

. After care

. No after cares allowed to

. NSFW ABCs

. Headcanons

{Smut mabeys}

. Forced (as long as content I'd giving at some point)

. Stalking

(unless it's a slasher that does that)

{Smut donts}

. Piss kinks

. Fences kinks

. Feet kinks

. Pedophila

. pro ships

. Charater x character

. Necrophilia

. Death kinks

. Gun play (traumatic)

. Knife play (traumatic)

. Female reader

. Dom reader

. Asking me to write with a character that isn't on the list (goes for all) unless I reply say I will once I watch the series.

. Rape

. Pet play (it makes me uncomfy)

(You can ask me if I will write for a character tho if it's not on the list)

{Fluff/ comfort dos}

. Mental break down comfort

. Cuddling

. Dysphoria comfort

. Motivational

. Nightmare comfort

. After care fic

. Soft head cannons

{Angst dos}

. Readers death (reaction)

. Character death

. Injured

. Fainted

. Arguments

(That's all I can think of rn)

{Horror fics dos}

. Slasher character

. Yandere

. Murder

. Gore

. Kidnapping

. Death

. Killer reader

. Taunting

. Stalking

. 16-30 year old reader (if the reader is 16 there will probably not be smut unless it's like stu or somthing)

. Killer couple

. Ghost reader

I will writer for NonBinary reader 𝑏𝑢𝑡 it may take longer if requested.

Under no circumstances will a write for a female reader I will write ftm but not female

Also all female allied that have a fetish for gay relationships or reader yaoi may NOT  interact with my posts you will be blocked.

Also

DO NOT ASK ME TO WRITE SMUT FOR MINORS!!

-Vexian❤️‍🔥

(Will add new characters as I watch more movies and shows)

[antiquitea]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞! ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.

tagged by @swifty-fox for this one!

rules: write out any fic titles you have that are based off of lyrics, list what songs they're from, and tag some writers! 😘 (if you don't have a lot of finished fics, you can include your wips, or if you have way too many to list out, pick your faves!)

fair warning, i have never come up with an original title in my life.

let's get tipsy and start a rumour - sidney crosby x evegni malkin (hockey rpf) - fashionable people by joel plaskett

you should see me in the rain - lewis nixon x richard winters (band of brothers) - never let you go by inxs

somewhere, a clock is ticking - lewis nixon x richard winters (band of brothers) - somewhere a clock is ticking by snow patrol

on scratch gravel road - chris pine x karl urban (actor rpf) - snowed in / cruisin' by joel plaskett

leave a light on - simon le bon x john taylor (musician rpf) - leave a light on by duran duran

by the fear of unrequited love - richard hendricks x jared dunn (silicon valley) - boats and trains - stornoway

the august slipped away series - jake "hangman" seresin x reader (top gun: maverick) - august by taylor swift

tell me my name - jake "hangman" seresin x reader (top gun: maverick) - my time by minus the bear

tokyo summer - jake "hangman" seresin x reader (top gun: maverick) - tokyo summer by the mounties

whiskey mouth - jake "hangman" seresin x reader (top gun: maverick) - heavy metal lover by lady gaga

come undone - bradley "rooster" bradshaw x robert bob floyd (top gun: maverick) - come undone by duran duran

ballroom blitz - jake "hangman" seresin x reader (top gun: maverick) - ballroom blitz by sweet

show me your fangs - robert "bob" floyd x you (top gun: maverick) - show me your fangs by matt nathanson / teeth by lady gaga

already on my knees - jake "hangman" seresin x reader (top gun: maverick) - bedroom hymns by florence + the machine

blue above the green - john "bucky" egan x gale "buck" cleven (masters of the air) - blue above the green by mike edel

night terror - john "bucky" egan x gale "buck" cleven (masters of the air) - night terror by laura marling

no pressure tags go to @wildbornsiren, @hederasgarden, @blue-aconite, @thyknife, @green-socks, and of course everyone else!

[wildbornsiren]

A to Z Song Challenge Master List.

A laid back song challenge put out by @princessmisery666 and quickly jumped upon by a few of us. Much like kinktober, this will not have tag lists, and if it’s something you’re interested in following follow the tag #wbsonglist and feel free to follow and turn on notifications at @wbslibrary​  There is no timeline, due dates or order that this needs to be written in. If you feel like participating, come up with a song title starting with a letter of the alphabet, and attach it to a character or pairing.  Please send me a link, or tag me in! I’m a music fiend and seeing how people connect songs to stories is something I love so much.  Thank you so much for all of your continued support, and I look forward to hearing what ya’ll think about these stories. 

A – “At Last” Etta James (Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/Reader) [Top Gun: Maverick]

B—“Born to Run” Bruce Springsteen (Robert “Bob” Floyd/Reader/Jake “Hangman” Seresin) [Top Gun Maverick]

C – “Call me Maybe” Carly Rae Jepson (Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

D—“Dear God” Avenged Sevenfold (Rhett Abbott/Reader) [Outer Range]

E—“Exile” Taylor Swift f. Bon Iver (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin) [Top Gun Maverick]

F – “Friday I’m in Love” The Cure (Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

G— “Guys Like Me” Eric Church (Rhett Abbott/Reader) [Outer Range]

H – “How Country Feels” Randy Houser (Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

I- “I Swear” All-4One (Javy “Coyote” Machado/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

J—“Just Can’t Get Enough” Depeche Mode  (Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

K—“Kiss Me Now.” Diana Ross (Javy “Coyote” Machado/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

L—“Love in an Elevator” Aerosmith (Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

M— “Map of my Heart” Mary Chapin Carpenter (Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

N— “Nights in White Satin” The Moody Blues (Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick

O— “Open Arms” Journey (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

P— “Paralyzer” Finger Eleven (Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Natasha “Phoenix” Trace) [Top Gun Maverick]

Q— “Quitter” Carrie Underwood (Robert “Bob” Floyd/reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

R— “Rodeo” Garth Brooks (Rhett Abbott/Reader) [Outer Range]

S—"Springsteen” Eric Church (Robert “Bob” Floyd/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

T—“Tennessee Whiskey” Chris Stapleton (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

U– “Unforgettable” Nat King Cole (Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

V— “Voodoo” Godsmack (Miles Miller/Reader) [Bad Times at El Royale]

W—“Weak” AJR (Rhett Abbott/Reader) [Outer Range]

X– “XO” Beyonce (Rueben “Payback” Fitch/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

Y– “Yes to Heaven” Lana Del Rey (Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

Z— “Zero” Imagine Dragons (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

  Banner credit to @writercole Divider credit to @firefly-graphics 

[callsigndragon]

Angel | Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Bob has a crush on the sweet doctor that works at the base.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Doctor!Fem!reader

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of death, aircraft accident, FLIRTY BOB!!!!!!

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Bob Floyd was not a man of words.

He observed. He prefered to stay at the end of the room in a social gathering. He remained quiet in the briefing room when a exercise was explained. He played pool in silence with his friends. He didn't need to speak.

That is, until he saw her.

Y/n L/n. The base doctor. They called her Angel. It wasn't a call sign. It was just that she was an actual angel. Beautiful eyes, warm smile, and medical skills that some of the most prestigious doctors of the world would envy.

She had seen some nasty stuff. But she never lost her smile.

And Bob was infatuated.

He watched her from afar, that was his specialty. He looked at her with devotion. He had never talked to her but was ready to give her life for Angel.

"Bob, you should talk to her" Phoenix said while approaching the target. They had to practice miracle number 1 for the uranium mission.

"Phoenix..."

"No, Bob, listen up. Chances are that we get assigned to a fucking dangerous mission. It can go well or it can go really really wrong. And you don't want to have a single regret when the time comes" she said vehemently.

"Are you talking about Angel?" asked Rooster through the radio.

"Yeah. Bob's been crushing on her"

"Phoenix!"

"C'mon, Bob. You're a good looking man. You don't have anything to lose"

"Except I have everything to lose. What if she doesn't like navy men?" That was one of Bob's biggest fears. She was surrounded by Navy men all day and even some nights. Did she really want to have something going on with one of them?

"Well, that's for her to know and for you to find out" added Rooster while moving closer to the other aircraft.

Bob was about to respond when they had an accident with some birds. A tiny bird that made them lose an engine. And then the other one. Phoenix tried her best to get them back, to save the aircraft. But it was impossible. They were falling down and there was no way of stopping it.

He understood in that moment what Phoenix meant by regret. He regretted not having courage enough to talk to her. He regretted not finding out if she liked him. If she would go out with him. What was her favorite color. Her favorite food. Her favorite movie. He regretted not knowing how her hand felt in his. Would it be soft? Would it be calloused, maybe, for the amount of hours she spend working? Would they be tiny against his bigger ones? And what about the sound of her laugh? Would be a small, cute one? Would she laugh with her whole chest?

He would never know, though. Ejecting from an aircraft was risky. There were a lot of possibilities of not making it out alive. But he would try. Because he wanted to know what Y/n's hands felt like.

Memories from after the ejection were blurry in his mind. He didn't remember landing on the ground. He didn't remember being rescued and taken to the base. He didn't remember how Phoenix screamed in agony when Bob didn't woke up, believing that she had lost not only her backseater, but also her friend.

But he did remember the contact of a soft, warm hand against his cheek.

"Lieutenant Floyd?"

Who was the owner of that beautiful voice? Did he die and went to heaven?

He opened his eyes, blinking several times, blinded by the beautiful woman in front of him. He understood, then, why they called her Angel.

"Lieutenant, can you hear me?"

"Yes, doctor. Loud and clear" he answered making her sigh in relief.

She smiled and the world stopped spinning for a second. God, how could someone be so gorgeous?

"Good. That's good. We'll run some tests to see if you're both okay. But seems to me that you're perfectly healthy, just a few scratches here and there"

"I don't know, doctor. I don't feel very good"

She frowned, getting even closer to him. Her cologne was even as sweet as her. Bob was convinced that she was a real angel send to Earth.

"What's wrong?"

"My heart, doctor. It hurts"

"Does it hurt to much? Where exactly?"

"I don't know, it just hurts every time you smile"

She got flustered. Bob knew how someone acted when flustered because he had seen it. The way she avoided his eyes. How she laughed, how she put her hair behind her ear. Yeah, completely flustered.

"I'll have to stop smiling"

"Oh, please don't. That would hurt even more"

She laughed. He smiled.

"Okay, lieutenant. Time to rest. The nurse will run some tests and I'll be back later with the results. I'll see you later" she said before leaving.

Phoenix, who had seen the whole scene, was on her bed with her jaw absolutely opened.

"You! Where does all that flirty behavior come from? I thought you didn't like to talk to people?"

"Maybe I just didn't have anything to say"

Phoenix shook her head, laying down to rest. Rooster would never believe the things she just saw.

Bob knew that from that moment his only mission would be to fluster Y/n, to see her smile, to hear her laugh... Make her fall in love with him until he could call her "his angel".

And maybe, if he was lucky, "Mrs. Floyd".

[riley-phoenix]

Pairing: Malia X Reader (gender not specified)... Eventually

Canon: Supernatural: Season 8 / Teen Wolf: Season 1

Content: Violence, blood, mentions of murder

Author's Note: -

Chapter Summary: As you introduce Malia to Scott and Stiles for the first time, Scott struggles with the full moon and the upcoming lacrosse game.

Chapter 6: Romeo & Juliet & Werewolves

The sun flooded your room with broken rays of golden-yellow light as you stretched your arms and yawned, almost forgetting that Malia had slept over the night prior. You rolled over to find her out of bed, and inspecting the record collection on your bookshelf. You rubbed your eyes and forced yourself out of bed before joining her.

"Who still has vinyls?", She teased.

"I prefer streaming from my phone, but Dean is more ...technophobic", you watched her pick up one of the albums with curiosity before continuing, "We started the collection when I was a kid and just... kept adding to it".

"What's this one?", She asks, showing you the colourful album she picked up earlier.

"You dont know A Night At The Opera by Queen?"

"I was hiding in the woods as a coyote for half my life; we didn't exactly have YouTube Music". She chuckles, "What's your favourite track?", She asks.

"From A Night At The Opera? Bohemian Rhapsody. Any other answer is illegal".

She laughs, a soft, simple, yet elegant laugh. "And from the rest?".

You start singing the first classic rock song that comes to mind. "Shot through the heart, And you're to blame, Darling you give love, A bad name".

Malia stares at you with a blank expression, not getting the reference.

The look on her face makes you stop short, "Bon Jovi... You Give Love A Bad Name... Seriously!?"

Malia only shrugs her shoulders and smiles awkwardly.

You lean against the wall, trying to think of a song she might know. You pull out a white album from the bookshelf and show it to her, "Pink Floyd - The Wall".

She shrugs and smiles again.

"We don't need noooo educatioooon", you sing, completely off-key.

"No, we really do need education. I haven't done Math in years and I have a test coming up", she says, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh. That must be tough, how far have you studied?".

"None. I hate Math".

You laugh at the sheer nonchalance in her response, "I'll help you study", you insist, without so much as a second thought.

"Oh my god, that would be SO helpful, how about tomorrow in the library at 6?"

"Great"

"Thank you so much *your name*", she says, smiling. A smile that instantly captures your heart and makes you blush.

You make your way downstairs while Malia uses your bathroom to brush her teeth. As you step slowly down the stairs, you notice an impatient Dean with a very particular, very expecting look on his face. His smile is large and awkward and as you step down from the last step, he takes you in for a long, tight hug. "What's this for?", You ask, confused. Dean doesn't answer, he just keeps the same proud look on his face and signals to your un-combed, messy hair. Finally he speaks, "How did it go?", He asks inquisitively. You roll your eyes and sigh as you realise he thinks you and Malia had sex. "We didn't do it", you say stubbornly. Dean frowns, "Really?", He asks, almost disappointed. "Yes", you respond, crossing your arms. Dean scratches the back of his head as the room is filled with an awkward silence. "...Why?". You scoff, "Because we're just friends and she needed someone to comfort her!", You raise your voice slightly louder than usual. "Ooookay", Dean says, raising his arms in defence.

The two of you stand in silence again. Peeking outside, you notice Sam and Cas packing bags into the trunk of the Impala. "Time to go?", You ask. "Yeah... We have to find Kevin", Dean responds. You don't say anything, you just nod your head in agreement and offer Dean a professional handshake, unsure whether you're happy or sad that Sam, Dean and Cas are leaving. He ignores your handshake, pulling you in for one last hug. "Bye, kid", he says as he pulls away. You step outside and say your goodbyes to Sam and Cas, before watching the Impala drive away into the horizon, waiting as it gets smaller and smaller in the distance before finally; disappearing.

A little later, you let Scott and Stiles into the house, ready for everyone to clear everything up. Of course you couldn't clear up everything. Malia had no idea you were the one who turned her human and you still wanted to keep your supernatural identity a secret, but you were curious to know what Scott and Stiles found out after poking around Derek Hale's house.

Stiles appears to be more nervous than usual, and Scott appears to be on edge. "So... what'd you guys find?", You ask. Stiles stutters, "Well... You see... the thing is...", you interrupt him, "Scott's a werewolf, I know". They both stare daggers into you, perplexed expressions on their faces. Malia joins you downstairs and immediately tilts her head down upon seeing Scott and Stiles, still not entirely comfortable with new people. Stiles is confused, "Uh, *your name* we need to talk about Scott's... 'problem'", he says, assuming the stranger doesn't know. "She can help us with that", you inform him. "How?", Stiles asks. You turn to Malia comfortingly, "It's ok, you can trust them", you say to her. Malia lifts her head, and, with utter confidence, lets her eyes shift into their supernatural aqua blue form. Scott and Stiles stumble back in surprise, "you're a werewolf too?", Scott asks. "Werecoyote", Malia says. "Wh-wh-the-WHAT!?", Stiles exclaims. You sigh, "Stiles, relax, Malia knows way more about the supernatural than any of us, if anyone can help Scott, it's her". "I agree", Scott says, nodding his head. "Ok, now let's all sit down and talk about whatever we discovered. Scott, Stiles, you guys wanna start?". They agree, and Stiles rushes you through the details of how he and Scott dug up the body of a wolf in a grave that was surrounded by a rope, and upon removing it, the wolf turned into a girl.

"Wait wait wait, so when you removed the rope... it just turned her into a human?", You ask.

"Mhm", Scott responds.

"...Was it a magical rope?", You ask as you furrow your brow.

Malia interrupts before he can answer. "Was there some kind of plant nearby?"

"Yes... Actually. It was on the grave. And when Scott got close to it he got kinda bitchy", Stiles answers.

"Wolfsbane", Malia says, leaning back in her seat, "its poisonous to shapeshifters and the rope was probably laced in it to prevent the body from turning human".

"This raises a couple questions", Scott states, drawing the attention of the rest of the group. "One: is 'Serial Killer Derek Hale' actually 'Werewof Derek Hale'? And Two: Who's body was it that we dug up?".

"My sister, Laura Hale", Derek appears at the door, startling everyone and promoting you to stand infront of Malia protectively. "And to answer your other question...", Derek doesn't actually say anything, he just lifts his head up high and shines his golden-yellow werewolf eyes at the group. "Are you the one that bit me?", Scott asks angrily. "No... That wasn't me... That was 'The Alpha'". He states.

"The what? ", Stiles asks, very much confused. Derek stares out the window, insuring no one was eavesdropping. "'The Alpha'. There's been an abnormally high number of animal attacks in Beacon Hills recently, and the police are blaming it on mountain lions; but it's not, it's a werewolf... And not just any old werewolf, it's something with a kind of power I've never seen before", he turns back to Scott, "I'm not the one who turned you, 'cuz only an Alpha can turn someone and I'm just a Beta".

"And how do we know you're not the one who killed her?", Malia asks Derek, angering him. "I came back to Beacon Hills to find Laura. And I did- in two pieces. I think it was werewolf hunters. The same ones that burned down our family home many years ago, there weren't many survivors. My uncle, Peter, he suffered burns so severe he's in a coma. This is definitely the hunters trying to finish the job". Upon hearing his story and what happened to his family, Malia lowers her head, slightly embarrassed, "You have no idea what the Hale family has been through", Derek says in a serious tone.

Desperately wanting to change the topic, you turn to Scott. "Here's some good news, there's a cure".

"Really!?", Scott exclaims.

Derek scoffs, "How do you plan on getting the last ingredient?", He asks.

"What is the last ingredient?", Scott asks.

"The living blood of the sire", you respond.

Scott only responds with an inquisitive, confused look.

"It means you need the blood of the werewolf that turned you, while they're still alive", Derek interrupts.

Scott holds his head in disbelief, "Dont worry Scott, I have family that know a bit about the supernatural, they'll get us all the other ingredients, we just need to find whoever turned you and make 'em bleed" you assure him.

"Easier said than done", Derek says.

"I need to pee", Malia says, causing everyone else to look in her direction with bemused expressions.

"So, you gonna tell us where you found a werecoyote?", Stiles asks, as Malia leaves the room.

"Oh, right, that's a long story. The night we went into the woods, I fell down a bank and found a coyote, and then she just... turned into a human".

"On her own?", Derek asks.

"Yeah... All on her own".

"Well where's she from?", Scott asks.

"That's the thing, she doesn't remember anything. We found her adoptive father and had dinner with him but that... Didn't go so well".

"So that's what you were busy with before?", Stiles asks.

"Yeah. And the worse part is he was planning on telling her she was adopted that night. Of course, Malia already knew seeing as how she's a shapeshifter and he's not, but ..."

Everyone stops as they hear footsteps and Malia re-enters the room. "What were you guys talking about?", She asks. "The lacrosse game", Scott says awkwardly. You play along. "Right, that's tonight... And I have the football game". "But Scott, how are you gonna play the game on a full moon?", Malia asks. "I'll manage", Scott replies. "I think it's better if you sit this one out, Scott", you suggest. "I said I'll MANAGE! ", He exclaims, stumbling back while clutching his head and falling to his knees, his werewolf eyes involuntarily shining. Stiles and Malia check on him while Derek pulls you aside. "He cannot play tonight. He's a fresh beta, he doesn't know how to control it. If he gets pumped up after the game, he could go feral and kill someone!". You sigh. "Malia, how do you control yourself on a full moon". "I've never had to", she answers. "I've been in the wild for years". You sigh again, "Any suggestions?", You ask. "We could chain 'em up", Derek suggest. You're offended by the idea. "We're not chaining anyone up", you say firmly. "Actually... That could work", Malia says. "If they're strong enough they should be able to hold Scott and I till the full moon passes". Nodding your head, you look to Derek, "Fine... But I'm watching you".

Later that night...

You and Stiles have just cleared out a room in your house to keep Scott and Malia in while the full moon passes. With the shapeshifters waiting patiently inside, the two of you stand in the hallway. Derek arrives, carrying a heavy duffle bag over his shoulder, "These should hold 'em", he says as he throws the back onto the floor, letting the chains fall out and make a loud clattering sound. Out of nowhere, you hear the sound of a window breaking coming from inside the room. The three of you rush inside to find Malia is still there, but Scott is gone. You rush to the broken window. Noticing a small, human-like figure sprint with lighting-fast speed through the edge of the woods. "That's just great", Derek says sarcastically, "How are we gonna find him now?".

"'Cuz I know where he's going", you say confidently.

"The Lacrosse game".

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[katehuntington]

Kate’s 300 followers challenge

300 followers; this calls for a celebration! And how better to celebrate this SPN blog that is about fanfiction and fanart, than to host a challenge!

The Theme:

The Unofficial Soundtrack of Supernatural

So many songs remind me of Supernatural and fit their amazing journey perfectly, but where never used on the show. That’s why I build a list of a 100 of my favorite songs that instantly make me think of the beautiful characters of this series.

The Challenge:

Pick a song from the list and take out either a line, a verse or use the entire song for your fanfiction or fanart. Write, paint, draw or edit the song into the story that you are telling.

The Rules:

Both written art and graphic art can participate, as long as it’s Supernatural related. Poems, fanfiction, drawings, graphics, video, you name it. The creator is completely free to choose. You are allowed to pick more than one song, too!

Send me a message with your choice of song. I will update the original post as soon as possible once people will send in their picks.

Mention the song at the top of the post or in the title. 

No Wincest. No Smut!Weechester. Not that I am against anyone writing it, but I would like to read and review every entry, and I don’t read this type of ships because they are not my thing. Other ships like Saileen, Destiel, Deanna, Megstiel, Reader x ... etc. are fine. 

You can create fluff, angst, smut, reader insert, OFC. Knock yourself out. Do remember to list trigger warnings at the top of your post.

For the writers: there is no minimum or maximum to words. When your story is over 500 words, remember to use the ‘Keep reading’ option.

When you use imagery (or even just gifs), remember to stick to the Tumblr guidelines. It would be a shame if anything got flagged.

I would like to be able to read and check out all the beautiful things you all are going to create, so use the tag #Kate’s 300 followers challenge. 

I will reblog all the artwork that stick to the rules above.

The Challenge ends on July 27th 2019. That gives you 3 months!

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You Shook Me All Night Long

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 960 (including lyrics)

Warnings: mentioned of implied smut, implied smut, you and Dean annoying Sam, winky Dean, sexy Dean, Dean singing in his car (yes, they are all warnings because come on)

Request: Heyy! Can you write a dean x reader fic where "You shook me all night long" by AC/DC is their song and every time reader Dean and Sam are in the Impala Dean would sing it to reader making Sam cringe with his smutty comments? (sorry for my bad english)

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You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

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“Sweetheart, are you ready to go? We’re going to be late.” Dean said, knocking on your door before he entered it. You were standing at the foot of your bed, zipping up your duffel bag.

“Yes, I am ready now.” You said, feeling the hard muscle of his body press up against yours. Your head lolled back to his shoulder and instantly, you felt his lips on your neck. He started leaving little kisses up and down your neck, settling on the one place he knew you would tremble.

You let out a little moan as he began sucking on the skin and you closed your eyes in pleasure.

“Dean, we are definitely going to be late if you keep doing that.” You said, not in a convincing way. You would rather him stay here with you than go on a hunt but lives were screaming to be saved and you were the only ones who could save them. He kept sucking until he was satisfied.

“There, now we can go.” Dean smirked, moving away from you. You didn’t have to look in the mirror to know that he made a mark on you.

“You know, Sam is going to be pissed that you are messing around instead of driving.” You said, turning around to look at him in the eyes. He leaned forward and grabbed your duffel bag from the bed, giving you a kiss. You thought it was going to be a short and sweet kiss but that is never the case with Dean. He made sure you knew that he was the one kissing you and always made it memorable.

You moaned in the kiss when his tongue massaged yours but he pulled away, much to your disliking.

“You know I hate it when you tease.” You said, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Which is why it makes it all the fun. Come on, Sam is waiting.” Dean winked at you, leaving the room. You huffed and followed him to the car, getting into the backseat.

“Took you guys long enough. I thought you were just checking on her?” Sam asked his brother.

“I was and more.” Dean smirked, sending you a wink. You blushed and bit your lip, watching as the Bunker got smaller and smaller the further Dean drove away.

“You two are fucking disgusting.” Sam grimaced. You laughed but didn’t say anything to that. Dean reached into his glove compartment and got out a tape that he knew you would enjoy. He popped in the tape and let it play though the songs.

You and Sam were used to what he was playing. Some AC/DC, Pink Floyd, Bon Jovi, and KISS because he always listened to bands like that. But then the intro to one of your favorite songs started playing.

She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman that I ever seen

You grinned as Dean turned it just a little bit louder. See, the thing with this song was that Dean loved to make comments about it. Dirty comments and that always made Sam uncomfortable. You felt bad for Sam but apparently, not bad enough to stop Dean.

Dean immediately started singing along as if the singer wrote this song just for you. He loved talking about your body and how you made him feel and this song was no exception. Sam even tried leaning forward to change it but Dean slapped away his hand.

“Don’t fight it Sammy!” Dean would say.

She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies Knocking me out with those American thighs Taking more than her share Had me fighting for air

Dean stared at you the entire time while singing those lyrics. Dean was constantly telling you that he loved your thighs whether he was just laying his hand on them, grabbing them or having them wrapped around his face like earmuffs would do. He loved marking them up, kissing and biting them until you were screaming for more.

Your sex life with Dean wasn’t far from boring. He always found a new way to keep you on your toes…

Or rather, had them curling.

He knew what he was doing by singing you this song and you knew that you might just have to get another room with him separate for Sammy unless he would be scarred for life.

She told me to come but I was already there Cause the walls start shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it And you shook me all night long Yeah you shook me all night long

“Seriously, guys, do you have to do that while I’m in the car?” Sam complained, looking away from Dean’s lustful eyes he was making to you.

“This is what you have to endure while you’re in the car with us.” You said. With one look at Dean, you weren’t feeling bad for Sam at all.

I'm working double time on the seduction line She's one of a kind she's just mine all mine Wanted no applause it's just another course Made a meal outta me And come back for more

“I’ll make a meal out of you.” Dean said, winking at you. You blushed hard because he knew that you loved it when his mouth was on you, making you come harder than you ever have before with just his tongue.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Sam quickly changed the song and you laughed, looking at Sam.

“I’m sorry, Sammy.” You said, patting his shoulder.

“I’m not. Sweetheart, just wait until I get you alone.” Dean said with a smirk, licking his lips. Sam grimaced and slumped in his seat, wishing the car ride was over.

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and i'm reading salem's lot for the first time?? what the fuck is this book? why can i not put it down?? needless to say i am VERY excuted to see lew in this role, i think he's going to do a Very good job as ben

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also maybe justified?? idk man i've been on my cowboy shit recently and jacob pitts makes me feel a certain way

[queen-of-deans-booty]

One In The Same

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Bobby

Word Count: 2,806

Warnings: None

Request:  Can you do a Dean imagine where Bobby called a friend to help with a case but he had to send his daughter? And it just so happens that the daughter is basically a female Dean so Sam sets them up on a date.

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You've always been a lone hunter. When your mom died by a Djinn, your dad did everything he could to kill the monster. You were old enough to know what was real and what was just in your imagination and monsters were very much real.

Eventually, your dad killed the thing but he couldn't stop there. He actively searched for monsters and killed them, protecting people and saving lives. He trained you like he was your drill sergeant so that once he was gone, you could take over and save people.

You didn't have much of a choice but did as you were told anyways. Your father died not long ago and it broke your heart because you were the one to kill him. A demon was possessing you and did awful things that you'd rather not talk about. You busied yourself to shut the pain off but you were broken inside. You didn't have anyone left or anywhere to go.

Yes, you've met hunters along the way but they were your dad’s friends. You've met Bobby Singer, Ellen and Jo, Frank and Rufus. They always asked for your dad's help but he was gone now. You kept everything he owned, even his cell phone. No one but you know he died so if his phone rings, you assumed it would be another hunter.

You always had it on you but not one phone call came in. You were glad in a way because you liked hunting alone. You haven't met another hunter that was the same as you so you never tried to find them.

You were at a bar, drinking a whiskey when you heard a phone ring. You knew that ringtone anywhere. You pulled out your dad's phone and gulped. You answered it, putting it to your ear.

"Hello?" You asked quietly. You didn't know who it was because your dad never saved any contacts.

"Is Y/D/N there?" You heard a man ask.

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

"Bobby Singer." Your eyes widened at the name. You hadn't seen him since you were a small child.

"Bobby? Are you okay?" He wouldn't be calling unless it was an emergency.

"Who is this?" Bobby demanded.

"Y/N Y/L/N. Remember me?" You downed the rest of your whiskey and put a twenty on the counter. You got up and walked out of the bar and to your 1959 Cadillac Series 62.

"Y/N? It's good to hear your voice but where is your dad?" You bit your lip and got behind the wheel but didn't turn the car on.

"Dead." You whispered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for calling then."

"No, it's fine. You always call for a reason. What's up?"

"I'm working a case with Sam and Dean and I could really use your help."

"Those are John's boys, right? I remember you mentioning your friend John and his kids. I've never met them but I'll come out to you. Where are you?" You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

"Phoenix, Arizona. How far away are you?"

"Only a few hundred miles. I'll be there as soon as I can." You hung up before he could ask anything else and you sighed. Time to hit the road again. At least you'll be busy this time.

--

It was the middle of the day when you arrived at the diner Bobby said he was at. You pulled up to a beautiful black Chevy Impala and you gasped. You've been looking everywhere for this type of car but you couldn't get your hands on it. This was a beautiful car and it was right next to you. You scrambled to get out and walked over to it, touching the top. Man, whoever owned this was a lucky bastard.

"Hey!" You peeked up to see a very attractive man walk out of the diner with a taller man and Bobby. "What are you doing next to my car?" The taller man rolled his eyes slightly but didn't say anything.

"Bobby!" Your face broke out in a smile and you walked past the two men who were staring at you and you hugged Bobby tight.

"It's good to see you." You pulled away with a smile and looked over at the two attractive men.

"Boys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Sam and Dean." You smiled and shook hands with Sam and looked at Dean.

"I've never met John before but I've heard great things about you from this man." You pointed to Bobby who shrugged.

"You're Y/N?" Dean asked, looking you over once.

"Yeah, why? Is that a problem?" You sassed, crossing your arms. You were wearing ass hugging jeans, a plaid shirt with a leather jacket over it. You wore boots that were made for working because Hunting was a messy gig. You had bright greens eyes and long hair that you can't bear to part with. Hunting was a pain when monsters constantly pulled on it but you couldn't dare cut it.

"Not at all, sweetheart." Dean winked at you. You were a natural flirt yourself so that didn't make you blush. It took a lot to make you blush like a school girl.

"Nice car. I've been wanting one of those myself. Attractive car for an attractive man." You winked back at him and he widened his eyes. Dean wasn't used to girls being that forward with him. Sam chuckled and you turned to Bobby.

"I'm starving. I don't know if you are but I am and you can tell me all about this case." You grinned and walked to the front door, swaying your hips because you knew one of the men were staring at your ass.

"Why haven't we met her before?" Dean asked Bobby.

"She rather hunt alone." Bobby said simply. He and the Winchesters followed you inside and sat at the booth they were at.

"So, Y/N, thanks for coming on such short notice after your dad passed. How long ago was that?" Sam said, sitting next to his brother. You were next to Bobby, sitting next to the window and you nodded.

"A year ago. I'm starving. What do they have here?" You didn't like to talk about it and you could sense Dean figuring you out already. The waitress came over after Bobby flagged her down and she smiled at you.

"What can I get for you?"

"Bacon cheeseburger with a side of fries but also bring an extra plate of fries with a beer. Thank you." You smiled and looked at the shocked faces of the Winchesters. Sam looked between you and Dean and tilted his head in confusion.

"What? Never met a girl who can eat?" You grinned and sat back.

"Damn, sweetheart, I haven't known you for an hour and I already like you."

"Damn right you do," You smirked and looked at Bobby. "So, tell me about this case."

--

Working with the Winchesters wasn't a bad thing. There were very few hunters that you liked to work with but they were all dead or retired. You were glad you liked the Winchesters. You were leaning more towards Dean because he seemed more like you than his brother.

Sam is a great man and he is attractive but Dean caught your eye. He had the same appetite as you and he shared your interest in old cars. He was an amazing man from what you gathered and you were sad to go.

You finished the case since there was 4 very skilled hunters working on it. You got in the back of Dean's car since yours was at the motel. He was the only one who drove and you related to that. Only you got to drive your car. Your father gave it to you when you turned 18 and you've kept it pristine condition ever since. You knew how to work on cars and fix them up. You weren't afraid to get a little dirty.

Dean had declared that he wanted to take you guys to a bar to relax before you headed out and you did not object. Dean turned on the car and immediately, rock music began playing. You closed the eyes and sighed in content. This was your favorite music ever. Rock music was so soothing to you. Your favorites would be Pink Floyd, Bon Jovi, Queen and many more.

"Dean, I bet Bobby and Y/N don't want to keep listening to this crap." Sam scolded his brother. No, please keep it on.

"Here, put this in. I bet you'll love it." You reached into your jacket and pulled out a cassette tape and handed it to Dean. Sam gave a hard look at his brother and Dean put it in with a sigh. He was expecting some pop bullshit to blare through the speakers but he was wrong. Thunderstruck by AC/DC began playing. Dean smirked as Sam let out a sigh.

"Not you too." Sam complained.

"I love your choice in music, sweetheart." Dean looked at you through the mirror and you grinned, listening to the music. Dean sped down the road to the nearest bar and you jumped out, eager to get some alcohol in you. The men followed you inside and you made your way to the bar.

"4 beers, please." You grinned at the male bartender. He blushed slightly and nodded, grabbing the alcohol for you. Dean slid next to you and he looked at you with a smile.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay? It would be a shame to see you go."

"Why? You have a crush on me?" You joked lightly.

"Something like that." Dean chuckled. You grabbed the beers and handed Dean one.

"We'll see, big boy. In the meantime, are you ready to get your ass kicked by a girl? The pool table is empty." You walked over to Bob y and Sam, handing them their beers.

"It's going to be you that will have your ass kicked." Dean commented.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"Dean thinks he can beat my ass at pool. I guess we'll have to play and find out." You grinned, taking off your leather jacket.

"What do I get when I win?" Dean asked, hinting at something else.

"When I win, we'll trade cars for a week." You put your car keys down and grinned.

"When I win, I get to go home with you." Dean put his keys down as well. Dean Winchesters looked like sex on legs and you would be complaining if you lost but you really wanted to drive his car.

"Deal. Get ready to lose." You smirked and walked over to the pool table and grabbed a cue stick, handing one to Dean. He let you go first and you easily shot in 2 stripped balls before missing the third one. Dean walked up and took his turn. You were very determined to win this bet.

"You notice something strange between them?" Sam asked Bobby.

"Like what?"

"She is Dean. She is the female version of Dean. She is perfect for Dean and he won't admit that to himself. After this night, she is going to leave and who knows when she will come back." Something was stirring up in Sam's head as he watched you play pool with Dean.

Dean was getting cocky and cocky meant making mistakes. You were tied with only a few more balls to get in. It was your turn and you didn't see Dean going home with you tonight. You took your shot and smirked as you got both balls in at the same time. You easily shot the 8 ball and smirked, looking at Dean's shocked face.

"That's how you play, sweetheart," You grinned and hung up your cue, walking over to Sam and Bobby; grabbing Dean's keys. Dean never met a woman like you and he was falling for you without even knowing it. "Oh and if you put a scratch on my car, I'll kick your ass."

--

You decided to stay another week since you had Dean's car and he had yours. You fell in love with the beauty and wished she was yours. By the end of the week, you frowned when you handed Dean his keys.

"You are a very lucky man." You took your keys back from him and he nodded.

"I am." You had a feeling he wasn't talking about his car but you brushed it off.

"I really don't want to leave.” You sighed and leaned against his car.

"Then stay. Bobby isn't always with Sam and I and it might be nice to have another person with us." Dean stood next to you and he was weirdly close. You didn't question it because you were so attracted to him in more ways than one. You learned about his and Sam's life and you told him about yours. He was one of the few people who you opened up to. You stared up into his eyes and you sighed softly.

"I haven't worked with anyone in such a long time." You bit your lip.

"I'll make it worth your time." He chuckled. You couldn't stop staring in his beautiful green eyes and he was inching closer to you. You haven't felt this way about anyone before and it scared you to high heavens. Before Dean could get any closer, your phone went off and you saw it was Sam. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. You pulled away from Dean and answered the phone.

"Sam? Is everything okay?"

"I got another lead on a case and I need you and Dean here. You're so smart so I just want your insight on it and then you can leave if you want." You looked at Dean and nodded.

"Sure. We'll be there shortly. Text me where you are." You hung up and looked at Dean.

"Sam needs our help. He found a case." You decided that you didn't want to take your car so you got in the passenger's seat of Dean's and he got behind the wheel.

"He's at the local diner." You wondered why he was there instead of a library but you didn't question it. Dean made it there in record time, parking next to Bobby's car. Sam must have taken that but you didn't see Bobby around. You got out and made your way inside, going to Sam. You sat across from him but before Dean could sit down, Sam got up to let him in.

"I have to go to the bathroom so hold tight for a sec." Sam left in the direction of the bathroom and you looked at Dean.

"Maybe I'll stay for a while." You smiled at him and he smiled widely right back. A waitress came over and smiled at you.

"What can I get for you two?"

"Oh, we're waiting on another person." You smiled politely at her.

"Uh, Y/N, I think Sam ditched us." You looked at the parking lot and saw Sam take off in Bobby's car with a smirk. That little shit. There was probably no case to discuss. You turned to the waitress and smiled.

"We'll have a few moments." She nodded and left the table. Dean's phone went off and he looked at it, receiving a message from his brother.

Grow a pair and ask her out, man. Dean scoffed and you looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"Sam is what's wrong. There is no case. He just wanted to set us up."

"And? Is that a bad thing? I don't know about you but I think there is something between us. But correct me if I'm wrong."

"No, sweetheart, you're definitely not wrong..." Dean started to say.

"So what's the problem?" You asked. Dean sighed and he ran a hand down his face and got up, going to sit next to you. He put an arm around the back of the booth, trapping you by the window.

"I've never felt this way about a woman. Not for a long time and the times I have, I was always left behind. It's all bad curses and shit with me."

"Well let me change that around. You're the first man I've let into my life beside my dad." You stared into his eyes and he put a hand to your cheek, pulling you into him. He placed his lips on yours and you felt sparks immediately. You kissed him back just as slowly but it wasn't any less passionate.

He was a really great kisser and you couldn't wait to find out what else he could do. You pulled away and smiled up at him. You reminded yourself to thank Bobby for inviting you to this case. You met the love of your life there.