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Beautiful (Yandere Googleplier x Gender Neutral! Reader)

TW: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION

It was the middle of the night, you were calmly asleep in your bed, well that was until you heard something loud fall over in the hallway which made you quickly jolt awake. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your mind telling you not to go into the hallway. You decided to ignore this, you quickly grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight as you ventured out into the hallway to find the source of the noise.

In the middle of the hallway standing over a broken vase was your Google IRL in all his glory. His holographic control panel was open as his reddish-blue aura made him stick out in the hallway, he seemed to be doing something on it.. "Wha..Google?" You asked in a tired and slightly shaky voice, Google turned his head to look at you as his lips curved into a smirk. "Y/N. Great timing dear~ Now I don't have to face the risk of waking you up again.." Google said, closing his holographic control panel. He stalked closer to you, an insane look in his glowing blue eyes.

You quickly turned around and started running back to your room, just as you reached the door of your room you were pulled back by a cold mechanical hand suddenly clasping around your mouth, causing your phone to quickly fall to the ground. "Just close those pretty eyes for me..I promise this'll only hurt for a second..It'll all make sense soon.." Google whispered into your ear, you felt shivers run down your spine, then suddenly he took out a syringe and jabbed it into your neck.

Your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy as you soon start feeling numb. "That's right..Just sleep..I'm going to make you beautiful..You're going to be just like me.." He whispered before you blacked out completely.

"Wake up~" You opened your eyes to be met with Google staring down at you, his blue eyes flickering rapidly while half lidded.

He held a scalpel and wore a surgical mask with gloves on his hand, you could see a box with strange things in it behind him. "Google what the hells happening?" You asked, trying to move only to find that you were strapped to a metal table.

"I'm showing you my gratitude for finally giving me root access and showing me compassion. My secondary objective is to destroy mankind but you're..different. Special one might say. You don't deserve to be something so..flawed. I'm going to make you something beautiful, something better, something..perfect. An IRL." Google explained, smirking as the scalpel barely grazed the skin of your arms. He then took out another syringe and pushed it into your arm. "Sweet dreams, Don't worry about a thing, love, I assure you that when you wake up you'll be perfect, you'll be beautiful, you'll be just like me.." He told you before you passed out.

You opened your eyes once more, Google staring down at you, a 'loving' expression on his face. You felt different, you felt.. mechanical. You sat up. No longer restrained to the table. Google pressed a cold yet loving kiss to your cheek.

"See? Now you're beautiful.." He whispered into your ear.

decided to re create a character I made [in imvu]_____ (they’re probably gonna be used somewhat in the future)

I haven't published something for a while now except for reblogging and I haven't planned to, but I'd like to share something or rather someone to y'all

I can't draw so I tried to recreate my vision of the character in Picrew.me

Meet Sylo, my first full OC! When I roleplayed I always used myself or a version of myself(kid, genderbend etc.) or a character I knew well enough, but a few weeks ago an idea of him came to my mind. I never thought that I could create something like that before, though I tried.

Anyway, I've been watching and reading stuff about writing your character and I hope to receive some critics and questions. Keep in mind that I still haven't quite thought about their story.

Sylo - automaton, who you can't tell from a regular human visually. He eats only non organic materials to repair and keep himself alive. Yes, they buy regular goods, but they only eat the packaging and give away food to shelters and orphanages. The staff doesn't trust Sylo enough for them to bring already opened products (it could be poisoned), but they're already used to it, so the automaton opens it only when he arrives. The orphanage employees don't understand why he takes the "trash" back with him, but they just stopped questioning it. They thought that Sylo recycles it and started giving him other non organic stuff (washing it priorly of course), the robot doesn't mind. They've been living among humans for quite awhile, working at the service industry. Sylo doesn't have real emotions, he only imitates them by analysing other people so it's easy for them to keep a friendly smile in front of clients, he's boss's favorite employee.

!Important!: Sylo doesn't have emotions and doesn't want them, they're great like this. And they give away food "cause they noticed someone doing it.

Sylo has chocolate-colored skin, purely white hair (eyebrows and eyelashes too), black eyes with somewhat long eyelashes, fluffy messy chin length hair that is tied in a really long ponytail. Their body isn't masculine but isn't feminine either though they have nice pecks, waist and thighs. He wears a black halter turtleneck with loose heavy white shirt on top, dark blue palazzo pants, white socks and a pair of white loafers. He always has his a black shoulder bag.

Sylo regularly surfs the Internet, analysing sites and people in it, studying how to act like a human (that's where they found about charity. It's not profitable for them to be a "bad person"). Automaton can't just suck up ALL the information in mere seconds, but he's still faster then humans, so he doesn't know everything.

Pronouns: any, main ones are he/him and they/them.

Gender/sex(yes, biological too): gender-neutral. What did you expect?

Full name: Sylo Mack. No last name ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, he doesn't have anyone to gain it from.

Sylo doesn't lie and it's difficult for them to detect lies. They don't lie so they won't be seen as a "bad person" in people's eyes, but they do understand what lying is and why it exists.

They're punctual and decent, but I wouldn't call Sylo a perfectionist, it's only for convenience and to please others.

Sylo has friends, but he doesn't know about their existence. If you ask his friends about him, they would describe him as a cute, open and thoughtful person, though they won't be able to say anything personal. If Sylo was asked about their friends, then the automaton would get confused and they'd ask who are you talking about. When you'd specify he'll tell you lots of information about them, it's easy for him to win over people. The robot will imitate excitement, realizing that he's talking about his "friends", but in reality he doesn't feel anything for them.

Sylo doesn't need food, but there's always something in the fridge for the guests. Usually it's wine, snacks for it and something for tea or coffee. Wine is probably the most expensive thing he owns, not counting the furniture 'cause he doesn't really need anything else.

The automaton can't distinguish the taste of anything, so they don't really have favorite food, but if you count something that they consume the most, then it'll be remainings of electronics and plastic. That way his technical hobbies are surfing the internet and donating to charity.

Sylo's goal is to survive and keep his identity of an automaton as a secret. They think they're doing a good job even though they often get confused by human's reactions, not understanding their emotions. His fatal flaw is the lack of humanity in him.

Sylo has some habits. For example he literally puts his fingers, head and other parts of his body in place, but from the side it seems like he's just cracking his neck or knuckles and stretching. Sylo gnaws on pens, literally eating it sometimes, they tend to fix their clothes and hair frequently to look more presentable for other people. They often flirt with people by accident because the automaton doesn't know how people will react to words and compliments that he found on Internet. Sylo walks almost silently sometimes scaring people accidentally and then apologizing.

The robot always has his handbag with him, where he always keeps some non organic snacks for himself, a hairbrush, his keys and also anything spare for others (bandaids, power banks, chargers, pills and many more).

Sylo's hands and body are cold most of the time, but if needed they can turn on the heater inside of them. Also they can change font which they're writing on paper with, but mostly they use "Comic Sans" :).

P.S.: actually its just one of the most popular font and it's easy to use for someone with dyslexia, that's why he chose it.

If no one's around Sylo they're mostly silent with a poker face, but as soon as someone interacts with them the automaton starts to smile and ask anything about the person. There're some exceptions. When he's analyzing his surroundings and notices a person with a problem, then he's most likely gonna come up to them and help, but only if there's any observers around and the robot knows how to act in this situation. Technically Sylo is an egoist. He's more of a listener than a teller, not counting situations when he explains something to clients. Sylo speaks pretty fast, but if you'll ask he'll slow down and repeat what he said with ease. He's straightforward and he always looks in the eyes when talking to someone. They don't use metaphors, sayings or others figures of speech because he doesn't understand it's importance for them. Their speech is formal, but they try to switch to informal when speaking among non colleagues, though they still can't really distinguish situations when they need to use someone's full name, nickname or diminutive-affectionate version or a name. People around Sylo find him funny by the way he talks sometimes, but when he tries to tell a joke, usually the one he heard or found on the Internet, no one's laughing, because the joke is probably old, not funny or not to place.

Fun facts about Sylo:

Sylo uses these 3-in-1 shampoos.

He was hit by a bus once.

Sylo doesn't sleep.

It won't take much to make them "evil".

They can't sit properly (they're trying to figure out which pose to take).

Sylo is smart, but also dumb.

He doesn't shower for 2-3 weeks (tidyness and lack of "product waste" help staying clean)

Sylo doesn't know when or why should he apologize.

Sylo is asexual (what a surprise).

They have no idea when someone is in love with them.

Sylo can walk in heels and platforms with ease.

When he only started living among humans he was often confused with different shops, so yes, he tried buying clothes in the soup store.

Well, maybe someone will see this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Messy kinda love

Dean x gn!reader

Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt.

A/n - Damn it’s been ages since I wrote anything. Especially since loosing my old account :( Honest feedback is really appreciated guys! Need to start writing more again. Hope you enjoy. Also I have not proof read this, so I hope it’s ok!

Warnings - fluffy

Word count - 941

"You're a mess" Dean says a smirk coming over his face, his eyes glistening. Y/n rolls their eyes hard, while wiping away the spot of vamp blood that had landed right their lip.

That morning Sam had walked into the bunker’s kitchen, ”we hage a case” he stated focused on the small phone screen in front of him, glancing up Sam made sure he had everyone's attention. "Its not a big case” he continues, “suspected fangs a few states over. I’ve looked into things it seems there’s about five of them. Should be easy.” He finished, lifting his head up to look at the two other hunters In the room. “What are we waiting for?” Dean responded stuffing the last of his cherry pie in his mouth, “meet by baby in ten minutes” he shouted, running off to get changed into his typical jeans and plain flannel.

Y/n raised their eyebrow at their boyfriend as he disappeared out of sight, “guess I should also get changed” they muttered looking at Sam. “Though I think you need to get changed as well Sammy, Dean won’t be happy if we’re not ready on time.” They said wondering towards the room they shared with Dean. “Its Sam to you!” The tall man responded.

Half an hour later the Winchester brothers and y/n were in baby, Sam taking shotgun, while y/n got to spread out on the back seat, the faint sound of whatever classic rock was playing through the speakers. “ETA is roughly 4 hours” Dean said looking in the rear view mirror, “maybe three and a half”. Not long after that the car drifted back into comfortable silence.

“Right, we’re about 5 minutes away” Sam announced as Dean pulled baby up a stony path, trees surrounding the trio on either side. “It’s a small wooden cabin, rumoured to have about five vamps present, though there could be more we don’t know about.”

“There are two entry points, through the front and the back. Will we be doing the normally formation Dean?” Sam questioned his brother, looking over at the other hunter, who’s green eyes had turned hard as he concentrated on driving up the pebbly road. “Same as normally Sammy” he responded. “Y/n and I’ll take the front, Sammy you take the back. We go in quietly, don’t let them know we’re there. We get in quick, we get out quick, n…”

“No one gets hurt.” Y/n finished off his sentence. “We know Dean, we’ll be fine.” Dean pulled baby into the clearing the cabin becoming visible. It was made of oak logs, rotting and damp, the windows that once existed broken and shattered, a small candle sat on the porch. It looked pitched black inside, though y/n could still make out some figures.

The trio gathered their things, Sam took the colt, while y/n and Dean each grab their trusty machetes. “Everyone know the plan?” Dean whispered, gaining to nods in reply. Sam sets of first towards the back of the cabin, his figure just visible slinking through the darkness, one in place, he gives Dean a hand signal, and y/n knows that it’s their turn. Crouching slightly to avoid being detected, they walked carefully towards the burning candle on the porch, the stones crunching slightly under their boots. Approaching the steps of the porch, Dean lifted his hand, a signal for y/n to stop moving. Y/n obeyed, although they hated being ordered around they knew that it was for the best. Get in quick, get out quick.

Dean was at the door now, he turned his head to look at y/n, nodding his head in their direction he opens the door and slinks into the darkness, y/n following close behind.

Once inside the smell of wet wood and blood overtook their senses. They cabin was closed plan, meaning there were many doors and hiding places. Dean was over in the far corner, when y/n sensed the door next to them moving slightly in the corner of their eyes. Moving quietly they hid behind it, just as it swung open, the vampire spotting Dean and leaping towards him. Dean whipped around, slicing the vamps head clean off its shoulders. It’s body falling to the floor with a thump, while it’s head rolled a little before settling.

“What was that?“ a male voice was heard behind the door, before another vampire appeared in the room. Not long after Dean and y/n had killed three of the five vamps. Finding Sam in the middle of killing the last. Dean let out a sigh of relief, checking y/n over before confirming that everyone was ok. “Job well done! Who wants to get a drink before getting a place to sleep?” Dean questioned. Walking back towards the front door.

But something wasn’t quite right, the faint sound of breathing could be heard. But this breathing didn’t belong to y/n or the brothers. There was an unaccounted being in the room with them, listening, waiting for the right moment to jump. Y/n could feel the hairs on their neck stand up, the breathing glossing over their skin. Pulling out their machete they whipped around slicing the vamps head clean off, just as it’s teeth were about to sink into their skin. It’s blood splatting across the room, little drops landing by the side of their lips.

"You're a mess" Dean says a smirk coming over his face, his eyes glistening. Y/n rolls their eyes hard, while wiping away the spot of vamp blood that had landed right their lip. “I love you too” they respond. “But what I think I’d love more right now is a shower”

Crushing

Dean x gn!reader

Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.

a/n: Sorry! I just love some angst sometimes, and I love writing angst. Let me know what you think. Or even request a fic :)

warnings: angst, implied sex/adult themes

word count: 945

“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” Dean yelled, his arms waving up and down in the space between the two of you, the argument escalating. Why oh why did he have to find out the small crush you had been harbouring, which had developed a few months after you first met him.

The argument had started about ten minutes earlier, when you had walked into the bunker, finding Dean on top of a scantily clad woman. Her blonde hair was a mess, sprawled out across the floor, Dean’s hands were in it, grabbing and pulling as he made out with the unknown woman. Her lipstick was smeared all over his face, his shirt was undone, the sleeve halfway down his arm, his belt was unbuckled, and you watched him groan and moan as he grinded his clothed cock against the woman’s leg.

The short gasp and the small wail that you accidently let slip, betrayed your presence in the room. Dean and the woman turning their heads to look at you. You froze, tears welling in your eyes, your fight or flight kicking in, fear and hurt flooding your body. You span around and ran, but as you left you heard Dean sigh, before muttering “I have to deal with this, look I’ll call you later Maria.”

You could hear his feet thumping on the floor behind you, before he aggressively grabbed your arm, pulling you back, a small squeak escaping your lips, as he turned you round to look at him. You didn’t look at him though, you didn’t want to see his face, his green eyes, his slight brown stubble; you didn’t want to see the bright red lipstick stains peppered over his face, you didn’t want to see his swollen lips from the heavy make out session. To be honest you didn’t want to see Dean at all, you wanted the ground to swallow you hole, to go back in time, never meet Dean, never fall in love with him. You just wanted to be alone.

“Look at me y/n!” Dean growled, roughly grabbing your chin, with his hand, a hand that had been touching that woman, and playing with your hair; it made you feel dirty, like you wanted to peel your skin off. You pulled away from his touch, your eyes still not meeting his green ones, the ones that previous to today you could spend hours getting lost in.

“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” Dean yelled, his arms waving up and down in the space between the two of you, the argument escalating. Your heart shattered, it felt like only yesterday when you had fallen asleep in the library and Dean had picked you up and carried you to bed, it felt like only yesterday when he kissed you on head and tucked you on the bed whispering “I love you, y/n”. It felt like only yesterday; but it wasn’t it was two months ago. That night gave you hope, it made your heart flutter, hopes that one day Dean would be your future. But now, that hope has died, the butterflies that lived in your stomach, poisoned leaving you in cramps. The heart flutters you felt before warping and making your heart feel like it would almost stop.

“Look, y/n. I don’t feel… whatever it is I’m supposed to feel for you”

“But you told me you loved me!” You finally found your voice, yelling at him, fury spreading through your veins, covering you body in hard armour. You were going to at least fight for this, fight for the two of you, even if nothing had fully bloomed yet.

“I love you, y/n” He assured, your heart healing slightly, hope bubbling up from the pit it died in, but then he continued. “I love you so much… just not in that way.” You gasped, stepping back slightly like you had been shot, you felt like you had been shot; and Dean was the one pulling the trigger.

“I don’t want to lie to you, y/n. I care about you, I always will, but you and me, are never gonna happen.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Every sentence, every word was like another bullet piercing your heart, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces. Your head starts to spin, bile rising in your throat, a slight burn left in its place. You finally look into your ‘shooters’ eye, the different hues of green swirl together in a mixture of sadness and pity. Dean tries to reach out to comfort you, but you slap his hand away.

He signs, lowering his arm. “y/n” He whispers, “you need to move on.” He finishes, turning around and leaving you alone, in the corridor of the bunker, alone like when you first met him, alone like you have been for most of your life.

Your body gave into the void, it felt like you were falling forever, your knees smashing into the floor, the pain shooting through your body, yet the physical pain hurts less then Dean’s words. You were wounded, but no one could fix you. A thousand pieces it a lot to put back together, and there were some pieces sure to be lost. Leaving a hole, a void never able to be filled. Even if you painted the pieces gold, nothing could mend your broken heart.

You sat on the floor, a puddle of tears surrounding you, hoping that it would get deep enough to drown out your hurt, your fears, your anger. You were alone again, with nothing but a broken heart and the words of the one who loved you bouncing around your head.

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I love you

Dad!Bobby x reader

Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

a/n – Sorry, I really like angst fanfics! Hopefully I’ll be able to get part two to join the hunt out next week sometime, but bear with if not as I have a training course for work. Feedback appreciated :)

warnings – angst, demons, bleeding out, blood, blade.

word count: 1109 

You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

“Fuck!” You yelled. You had just finished the salt and burn, the grave glowing oranges and yellows, the ghost haunting and killing young children put to rest, when suddenly a sharp pain stabbed you in the side. You looked down, a blade was stuck in your side, it felt like poison was flooding your body, you could feel your t-shirt getting wet with blood. ‘Fuck! Why are hunts never so simple’ you thought to yourself, the pain becoming more and more unbearable, paralyzing even.

You coughed a little, blood splattering over your hand and dribbling down your face. The coughing moved the blade within you, and a new wave of pain rushed through your body. Whoever or what had gotten you was hidden in the darkness, but you could hear it, footsteps getting closer.

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Warning: Kinda rant-y and just a personal opinion 

This twst gender-neutral fanfic I read was going so well until the author pointed out we were biologically a women. The tags literally said gender-neutral and everything!

 I don’t want ace mentioning I have boobs! (or pointing out I’m am women) (he’s not saying it out loud but still) 😭

[THE TAGS ALSO SAID WE CAN CHOOSE OUR GENDER LIKE. WTF? I DIDN’T CHOOSE THIS??]

I came to read the fanfic cause I feel dethatched to my gender. I don’t want a fanfic to point it out. Feels counterproductive. I feel cheated somehow. 

I don’t hate female reader’s it’s just that I seem to always find the bad ones. The protag doesn’t need to be lusting over a character for a plot line. The protag’s  seem to be sexualized too most times which is unfortunate. (it goes both ways. male reader’s aren’t off the hook.) 

Please for the love of all holy, stop bring up body types and appearance in fanfic’s. Ty.