#vampire bobby

It’d be even better if they were trying to figure out what to do with you. Do they let Rhett breed you and fill you with his werewolf babies? Or do they let Bob turn you so you stay this perfect forever?

Either way Bob is using you to teach Rhett control but if you disobey Bob? Well then, that’s when he turns Rhett loose to do what he wants to you. Sometimes you need a very overstimulating reminder of why Bob is training Rhett.

So many ways you can go with this I need a whole series 🥵

Hello! First of all, abssbdn I don't know what you had in mind for this fic- but this is another vampire AU.

And it's as silly as the others are.

So, basic premise is Bobby getting bitten after one of their performances. Like, he goes to make out with a girl (which should make him suspicious bc he has no game and somehow she was just like, you, come with me) and she just straight up bites his lip which does freak him out so he high-tails it out of there back to the band.

He can't really sleep and his mouth hurts. And then when he's brushing his teeth the next morning, his teeth fall out. He just straight up spits them into the sink and freaks out again- but then he realizes he's still got canines,,,,,just. A bit more pointy.

So he connects the dots and realizes that he's been turned into a vampire.

He flings himself appropriately dramatically onto his bed and has a small existencial crisis before he scraps up a plan.

He's a moron who never thought of checking if he can still eat human food so he starts coming up with excuses why he never eats in front of anyone and when he gets hungry bc he didn't eat in 2 days, he decides to get a job in the morgue.

The mortician is the hot dogs dude.

He figures Bobby out within 5 seconds of meeting him. Bc he has the trading deal with the local vampire community (aka HGC) and can spot a vampire a mile away (Willie is the vampire who comes over for blood most of the time and he and Bobby become kinda sorta besties).

Food access secured, Bobby figures that he can chill now.

Anyway, he's clumsy as fuck and keeps spilling blood and stuff all over himself.

Which is where the fun part comes in.

Trevor, a sensible parent who doesn't believe in vampires and shit, realizes his kid is goes off somewhere on his own (he checked with his friends) and is coming home with blood splattered all over him.

You dragged your bare feet towards the noise coming from your living room, body heavy from not wanting to leave your bed. You rubbed at your squinted eyes as you scrunch  your eyebrows, peering into the lit space and taking in the view in front of you. The TV was on, playing a show you immediately recognized and probably an episode you already watched. Your attention was on the intruder in your open kitchen, an open bag of pizza bites in his hand and a goofy smile on his face. 

“Wassup?” Bobby greeted you, eyes blood red as he had come in from his own type of feeding. 

You blinked at him with tired eyes before asking, “What are you doing?”

The vampire blinked back at you with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m pulling an all-nighter.”

You scoffed. “You’re a vampire, you pull an all-nighter every night. I mean what are you doing in my kitchen.” 

“Making a little Tostitos.” Bobby answered, plopping the small sized bites onto a plate before sticking it in your microwave. “You want some?” 

“I would like to get some sleep.” You sighed. 

He glanced back at you, a smirk playing on his lips as his voice lowered a tiny bit. “You want me to come in there and cuddle with you? I won’t sleep but I can put you to bed if you know what I mean-” 

Round 1: Pumpkin CJ! (And a #3 spot)

Round 2: Pumpkin CJ (and my #1 spot)!

Round 3: Vampire Bobby and Zombie Ronnie Anne

Your eyelids flinched at the loud ringing of your alarm on your phone, waking you up for work in the morning. You had a whole two hours before work but you knew how hard it was for you to wake up in the morning, so you gave yourself some time to get yourself completely ready and move as slowly as you wished.

You reached over for your phone on the nightstand, turning off the annoying noise prompting you to wake up. You set the phone back on the nightstand and let your hand trail behind you on the bed in search of the soft fur of your kitty that went to bed with you last night. Instead your fingers poked against hard muscle as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and your body turned to face the other side.

His face mushed against the pillow and soft snores replaced your cat you were hoping to wake up in the morning to.

When morning came it wasn’t unusual to find Bobby hiding in your home. He would come at dawn, hosting himself through your open window or come through the front door when he lets you know to unlock it for him. He was much like a rogue, doing whatever he like so some days you wouldn’t see him at all. Â

As many times you told him not to get in bed with you, Bobby would plop himself next to underneath the covers making you give up telling him not to a long time ago.

You sat up in bed and pushed the covers off of you, swinging your tired legs over the edge of the bed before standing up. You stretched your body on your way to the bathroom, getting ready for the day as you let Bobby have a little shut eye.

Even if you didn’t like getting up early, it was worth having a nice shower and brushing your teeth without being in a rush. You even got to do your morning skincare routine without forgetting any steps. You felt refreshed when you left the bathroom, going into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. You set two mugs next to the coffee maker before crouching down to open up the bottom cabinet. A shake of the cat food bag and the sound of meowing and purring came out from the living room, your cat who was kicked out bed forgiving you at the sound of food being poured into her bowl.

You went back into your room, Bobby still slumped the way you left him. You took out your work clothes from your closet before dropping your towel and reaching over for the lotion. Bobby was knocked out to notice you were naked in front of him, putting your clothes on for work.

You checked yourself in the mirror before going over to your phone to check the time, seeing you still had a whole hour to spare. You went over to the curtain covered windows, grabbing a firm grip on each side before pulling them apart to fill the room with sunlight. 

Just like you expected, a loud yell from the bed made you look over as Bobby pulled the covers over his head.

“Stop playing!!” you heard his muffled yell underneath the covers as you leaned against the windows with a roll of your eyes.

“It won’t kill you.” You said loud enough over his groans. You didn’t flinch when the curtains were suddenly pulled shut, Bobby standing beside you with hands on the curtains as he gave you a scolding look. Instead of doing useful things with his inhuman speed, it was moments like these when you saw his powers come into effect.

“It still hurts like fuck though.” He grumbled before telling you not to pull them open again as he went over to get back in bed.

“Why don’t get your own place?” You grumbled, crossing your arms as you watched Bobby pull the covers over him.

“Why would I do that when I’m staying with you?” his mumbled voice asked underneath the covers.

You scoffed, going beside the bed. “You’re a freeloader who comes and goes when you want, you’re not even really staying.”

“You want me to be here with you more often?” Bobby asked, his head popping up from the covers, a playful smirk on his face.

You grabbed a pillow off the bed before smacking his head back down with it. “Don’t get full of yourself. I have to go to work soon.”

You pulled the pillow back to see his head laid back down, his soft snoring starting up again making you frown. You walked over to the other side and smacked the pillow against him as you called his name.

“Do you hear me-”

You let out a small yelp when you were suddenly grabbed, falling on top of Bobby with his arms holding you to him.