Is There A Masterlist?

Is there a masterlist? 🥺🥺

No, there isn't. I'm so sorry🥺. But I am thinking of doing a masterlist of all the fics I've done so far and I do have a Supernatural x Coraline crossover series but only the first chapter is out cos writer's block is a pain in the ass. I'll sort out a masterlist today so keep an eye out (if you want)

The Winchesters’ Zombie Apocalypse

With a scavenge gone wrong, Dean has to do something he never thought he’d have to do.

Pairings: Dean x F!Reader x Sam Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (you), Bobby Winchester (child), Garth, Dixon (dog - German Shepherd), Ellen (mentioned), Jo (mentioned), Jack (mentioned) Genre (smut, fluff, angst): Fluff, angst AU: Zombie Apocalypse Words: 2,050

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Storming into the cabin, you angrily peel off your bloodied flannel to throw it against the backrest of a seat at the dining table. “Fucking idiots! I told you not to follow me into the store! I fucking had it.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Dean. I’m gonna go take a shower, then I’m gonna go out for a walk.” 

Doing as you said, you walk past your husbands and into your shared bedroom to grab a pair of clean clothes and into the bathroom. Your German Shepherd, Dixon, had followed you into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“I feel like one of us should go with her on her walk, just to keep an eye on her.”

“She has Dixon, Sam.”

Nothing is said, silence filling the air except for the faint noise of the shower.

Footsteps are then made on the porch. Small, fast ones coming towards the door before it swings open to show a little boy. “Hey, Bobby,” greeted Sam as he bent down and picked up the four year old. “Papa.”

“Where’s Daddy?” Bobby points at Dean next to them, making the eldest Winchester smile and bump his nose against their son’s. One of his small, chubby hands rests against Dean’s stubbly cheek.

With the three not noticing, you’re leaning against the door frame and smiling at the scenery, wishing that you could snap a picture of them. “Hey, Garth,” your voice had given the Winchester brothers a fright, their eyes on you before looking at your best friend.

“Hey, guys. Thought I’d drop off a little someone.” He points at your son, who’s reaching out to you. “Thank you, Garth.” You take Bobby into your arms from Sam’s.

“Better get back to Bess and the kids, see you later.”

Saying goodbye to him, you turn back ‘round to your husbands. “I’m gonna go take a walk, wanna come? Obviously we’ll leave Bobby here, see if Ellen and Jo can look after him.” You nuzzle your nose against your son’s cheek before blowing a raspberry against it, making him squeal and flail his arms around, his hands now cupping your face.

“Hi, baby.” He starts to rub his nose against yours before stuffing his face against your neck. 

Both my babies, Dean had thought to himself, smiling at his wife and son.

Walking through an abandoned town, Dixon by your side, the brothers are trailing behind you. Dean has been kicking a can since you have entered the town. Then Dixon gets into an attack position, having you three raise your guns.

“Split up.”

“What?” Sam and Dean ask in unison.

“Do it.”

Groans and moans fill the air, rotted bodies shuffled into view. “(Y/N)!” Dean tries to go after you, but Sam grabs his arm to pull him back. They watch you run in front of the herd. It got closer with gunshots going off, the idea of the herd getting you makes Sam scared.

“Come on.” Dean pulls at his arm to have them walk into a store to hide.

Feeling his chest tighten and his breathing quicken, Sam tries to calm himself down. Sometimes Dean was able to help him through his panic attacks, taking longer than you, but you were the one that was able to stop them and comfort and calm the youngest Winchester.

“D-Dean,” he managed to breathe out. Dean is immediately in front of him, reassuring him that you’re gonna be fine. “I-I can’t b-breathe.”

Dean instructs him to try and slow his breathing. “She’s out there on her own and for all we know she could be dead as it seems like she used all her bullets,” Sam started to ramble and continued to do it before he got cut off by his older brother’s arms wrapping around him and bringing him in for a hug.

“She’ll be okay.”

Hours have passed to have the sky darkened and the brothers had gone to the spot where you had fired your gun. Small dots of blood trailed off in front of them with a piece of your shirt ripped on the ground.

“We gotta go back home.”

Bobby is seated in Sam’s lap, head on his chest and Sam’s arms wrapped around the small body of his son. “Where’s Mama and Dixon?” He looks up at Sam, one eye green and the other hazel.

“Mama and Dixon are still out, they’ll be here soon.” Sam answers, hoping that it’s true and that soon enough, you’ll be home.

Barking towards the cabin, Bobby is the first to swing the door open and run across the porch, down the steps and towards where he heard the barks. His fathers are right behind him.

Bobby starts to pet Dixon, Sam standing with them. Dean had stopped in front of them, trying to find you.

Luckily, no one really had thought much of the barking as they were kinda used to it. But if it was constant and no one was able to stop them, then that’s a sign for something dangerous.

Dean had finally spotted you limping towards the four, himself running to you and bringing your blood-stained body against his, himself not caring about the crimson liquid staining his clothes.

“Mama!” Bobby runs towards you, Sam fast-walking to you to do the same thing Dean had done.

“We were so fucking worried, we were about to have a search party for you, sweetie,” Sam leans his forehead against yours.

“You had a panic attack,” is the first thing you said, despite what Sam just said. “Dean calmed me down.”

Once back inside the cabin, you’re in the bathroom. You’re now staring at your naked form in the mirror, your eyes looking back and forth at the bite on shoulder and one on your hip.

Whines and scratches fill the air. You open the door a bit to let the dog in and shut the door behind him before you settle yourself on the toilet lid. “How am I going to tell them, boy?” You chuckle out sadly, trying to lighten up the moment. Dixon rests his chin on your leg, his brown eyes giving you a soft look. “You look after that little boy, you hear me?” You rub one of his ears between your fingers.

“Time for bed, Mama,” Bobby knocks at the door. “Let’s go, Mama.” Dean’s voice repeats.

Getting changed after covering the wounds, you run your hand through your semi-dried hair and out of the bathroom you are.

Standing in the doorway of the lounge and hallway, your heart is beating faster a bit more and your hands are softly shaking.

“Are you okay, honey?” asks Dean, seeing that you’re nervous about something. “I got bit,” you blurted out. “Let me put Monkey to bed.” Sam picked Bobby up and down the hallway to his room.

“Please say something, baby,” you walk towards Dean. Tears started to prick his eyes, some slipping and dropping onto the floor.

“You’re looking so pale,” he chuckles out with a sob. Smiling and sighing out, your arms slither around his waist, his arms wrapped over your shoulders. Your head rests against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. “I want you to do it. I can’t do it myself, I’ll hesitate. Sam will have a panic attack if he does it, so please,” you look at him with tears brimmed in your eyes, “kill me.”

He presses his lips against your forehead, his eyes closed and tears gently flowing down his cheeks. “Go say goodbye to our baby,” he mumbled against your skin.

Doing so, you gently knock against Bobby’s door before opening it, seeing your other husband and your son sitting on his bed. You kneel in front of him, hands on each side of his legs. Sam intertwines his with your closest hand. 

“Mama is really sick. Daddy is going to take care of me.”

“Are you going to get better?”

Sniffing and wiping your nose with your free hand, you answer, “He’s going to have to kill me, baby. If he doesn’t, then I’m gonna get turned into one of those monsters.”

Bobby jumps into your arms, your body thumping against your butt. “Mama loves you, always.” You lean your cheek against the top of his head, tears flowing down your cheeks.

Small knocks grab your attention, making the three of you look at Dean. You stand up with Bobby clinging to your body.

“I’ve told Ellen, Jo and Jack. They’re gonna tell the people.”

Going out to the lounge, Bobby is still clinging to your body. Sam is trailing behind, tears welled up in his eyes.

Setting Bobby on the ground, his hands are gripped into your shirt. “Bobby,” your voice cracks. His hands loosened and letting go of the fabric, his arms now wrapped around your legs.

“You’re gonna be okay.” You cupped Sam’s face, his tears wetting your hands. He brings your body against his, his head resting against your non-injured shoulder. “Sam.” Feeling something wet against his skin and shirt, he looks to see blood dribbling down the side of your mouth and down your chin.

Pulling his sleeve down, he wipes it away, not caring about the crimson liquid staining it. He then tugs your shirt collar back to see the covered bite mark. Your veins have darkened within under the bandage, the ends of the darkened veins stopping underneath your jawline.

“I’m gonna do this now,” you say softly, Sam pressing a kiss to your forehead. You bend down to peel your son away from your leg to hand him over to Sam, but he quickly wrapped his arms around your neck. “Bobby,” your cracked voice comes out as a soft stern. Sam’s hands grab a hold of Bobby’s waist to have you unclasped his hands.

“Mama!” His small hands reach out to you. His head gets tucked away into Sam’s neck, his big hand covering the child’s head. With a last kiss on the lips of your tall husband and a kiss to your son’s head, you shuffle towards Dean.

“I hope you’re ready, pretty girl, ‘cause I’m not,” Dean chuckles out dryly. Cupping his stubbly cheeks, you give him a kiss on his lips. One of your hands then go down to his gun holster to pull the weapon out and make his fingers curl around the handle.

All four of you have tears flowing down your cheeks. Dixon whines and rubs his head against your leg.

Dean wraps his weapon-free arm around your middle, your head now resting against his shoulder. “I have letters for each of you in my backpack. Read them when I’m buried,” you mumble.

“O-Okay.” Dean manages to get out with a shaky voice. You bring his hand up to your head, the barrel of his gun pressed against your temple. “I’m ready now.”

With his hand now shaking and his finger on the trigger, he presses it harder to release a bullet into your head and body going limp against his body. Blood has scattered across the floor and some on his shoulder.

He falls to the ground to wrap both arms around your body to sob against your shoulder.

Bobby had been struggling against Sam’s hold and been scream-crying since the gunshot went off. “Bobby.” Sam shifts the small boy in his arms to hold him as if he’s holding a rugby ball, tucked in his arm. “No! I want Mama!” Bobby screams into Sam’s chest whilst pushing against it.

Sam sits at the bottom of your grave, playing with some of the dirt as Dean, Bobby and Dixon are running around, Dean chasing his baby boy. 

“Dean and I read your letters a few days after you died. We’re gonna have Bobby read his when he’s a little bit older. Can’t believe it’s already been two months without you.”

“Papa! Come play with us.” Bobby yells at him whilst running and bumping against Sam’s back. He starts to climb Sam like a jungle gym. “I gotta go. Say goodbye to Mama.” Sam stands up, taking one of Bobby’s small hands into his.

“Bye, Mama. I love you.” Bobby waves at your grave before him and Sam walk towards Dean, who has a gentle smile on his face.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He mumbles to himself.

Hi there can u make HC Venom and Eddie x reader who take part in military? Like she's a proficient commando, doing dangerous stuffs, rescue missions & things like that 🤪 tks

Hi back! I'll try and do this. I apologize if this isn't similar or anything to this request

When you arrive home and at the airport, Eddie has to calm Venom down so he doesn't go flying to you

When you surprise them by arriving at home/apartment, Venom is the first to greet you

He's like a dog

Excited to see you

Eddie just cries

And his snot would drip onto your clothes

Now

Half the time, you'd come home with gun wounds, knife wounds and bruises

Eddie would help you apply the new bandages

Venom wants to eat the people who did that to you

Sometimes one of them or both would come with you to the gun range and watch you shoot

Venom would wear headphones if no one's around

I mean everyone would probably have to headphones and shit

But he looks adorable with them on

Anyway

When you say that you were assigned on a dangerous mission

Welp

Be prepared to be semi-yelled at

And to be cuddled to death before you leave

They did let you leave

But it makes Venom more hungry and desperate to rip the people's heads off when you come back even more injured

If you come back fine, only with a few bruises

Venom stills wants to munch their heads off

Eddie has to calm him down

Along with giving the symbiote some tator-tots and chocolate

Also

When the three of you or something go out to the gun range

They are fucking impressed with how you shoot

I mean

They've heard stories about you, your shootings and how you fight

But

They fall even more in love with you as they watch you

Sometimes they feel like they're the ones that need protecting

Hi AJ 😊 can u make another part of the commando HC? Like they're at a restaurant to have dinner but she got a message demand her immediately go prepare for an operation? It's duty, even if she doesn't want :(

Hi, anon 😊 of course I can do another part

Eddie and Venom are really happy that you're home for 2 weeks

So

Venom thinks of taking you out to a nice restaurant

Eddie agrees

For once with the symbiote

"go wear something nice."

"Eddie, the only nice wearable things I have are sweatpants, jeans, shirts, hoodies and your hoodies."

"okay. Go wear one of those, then."

That's what you did

Sweatpants, a simple shirt and one of Eddie's hoodies

Once at the resturant

Venom annoys the hell out of Eddie to get one of the live sea animals

Venom is gonna eat what he's given

Anyway

Back to the point

You and Eddie are having a nice conversation

Venom became a blob to settle himself in your lap

A notification ding from your phone cuts your conversation off

[We need you back at base immediately.]

You throw your phone onto the table

Pissed off that you need to go back

Even though you were home for a day or so

"what's wrong?"

"they need me back at base. I even double-checked with them if they need me there, but they said no. Now they changed their fucking mind"

"I can always eat their heads before eating their bodies"

"it's okay, V."

The three of you leave the resturant and back to the apartment

Your bag was half emptied

So you just repacked it until it was full

At the airport, Venom is clutching onto you like a child

Eddie has his arms around your waist, your arms limp over his shoulders

"I'll be home soon."

"you better. And you better call me."

Venom would not let you go

He even said that he'd want to come

Ha ha

Nope

Say bye-bye to the baby blob symbiote

And you better give him a kiss

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Updated on 14 September 2024

i'll most likely write male or gn reader, so it's fair for everyone

give me a small description of what you want. i'm down to write some lgbt+ as i'm part of the community. if you want me to write the request as a mini series, tell me also

i'll try and write smut, but i doubt it. i'll write close to it (so basically a cockblock) but i'll see how i feel about it

i apologize if the requests take long. it's either because i've been a bit busy, writers block being a pain in the ass, i've been feeling unwell, or work has me drained

~the actors who play the characters~

The Walking Dead (game and show) Daryl Dixon Rick Grimes Negan  Javier Garcia Shane Walsh

Supernatural Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel Jack Kline Rowena MacLeod Jody Mills

Marvel Tony Stark Pietro//Peter Maximoff Scott Summers (Cyclops) Charles Xavier Bucky Barnes Clint Barton Doctor Stephen Strange Peter Quill Loki Laufeyson Sam Wilson Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Matt Murdock Thor Odinson Marc Spector Steven Grant Tobey Maguire!Peter Parker//SpiderMan Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker./SpiderMan Frank Castle Miguel O’Hara Hobart “Hobie” Brown Druig Logan (Wolverine) Remy Etienne LeBeau (Gambit)

DC Clark Kent Dick Grayson Garfield Logan Jason Todd Harley Quinn Poison Ivy Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Connor Kent

The Witcher Geralt

Resident Evil (game) Carlos Oliveira Karl Heisenberg Leon Kennedy Chris Redfield Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

The Umbrella Academy Diego Hargreeves Five Hargreeves Klaus Hargreeves

Detroit Become Human Connor Hank Anderson RK900 Markus Elijah Kamski Ralph Gavin Reed

The Haunting (Hill House + Bly Manor) Luke Crain Nellie Crain Peter Quint Owen 

Hellboy

Rise of the Guardians Jack Frost Bunnymund Pitch (Boogeyman)

Big Hero 6 Tadashi Hamada

Transformers Bumblebee Crosshairs Grimlock Colonel William Lennox Cade Yeager

Shadowhunters Jace Wayland Alec Lightwood Simon Lewis Magnus Bane

The Mandalorian

Twilight Carlisle Cullen Edward Cullen Jasper Hale Emmett Cullen Jacob Black

Divergent Four/Tobias Eaton Peter Hayes

Overwatch McCree Reaper Soldier 76

YouTubers Markiplier jacksepticeye Corpse Husband

Kingsman Eggsy Unwin Agent Tequila Agent Whiskey

Some Horror Slashers Jason Voorhees Michael Myers Pyramid Head Brahms Heelshire Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher) Thomas Hewitt Bubba Sawyer Hannibal Lecter (show)

Lucifer

The Wolf Among Us Bigby Wolf

Peaky Blinders Thomas Shelby

Stranger Things Steve Harrington Billy Hargrove Jim Hopper Eddie Munson

The Sandman Morpheus (Dream) The Corinthian

The Band Ghost Aether Ghoul Mountain Ghoul Rain Ghoul Swiss Ghoul DewDrop Ghoul Papa III (Terzo) Papa IV (Copia)

Bullet Train Tangerine

Castlevania Dracula Alucard Hector Trevor Belmont

Call Of Duty Simon 'Ghost' Riley König John ‘Soap’ MacTavish Mitchell Captain John Price

The 100 Bellamy Blake Finn Collins

The Last Of Us Joel Miller

Midnight Mass Riley Flynn Father Paul Hill Sheriff Hassan

The Boys Billy Butcher Soldier Boy (Ben)

The Hunger Games Peeta Mellark Finnick O’Dair

Avatar Jake Sully Colonel Miles Quaritch

The Quarry Dylan Lenivy

Eddie’s and Venom’s Marine

Pairings: Eddie Brock x F!Marine!Reader x Venom

the fic that’s semi-based of: Venom’s Marine

“Anne, I won’t be able to come into work for a few days. (Y/N) got home two hours ago and I’d like to spend some time with her.” Eddie looks at you, who’s sleeping away on the couch with a blanket draped over you. The TV’s light brightens your face every time the random show lights up.

“Eddie!”

“I’m here, I’m here. I’m gonna go. I’ll see you soon.” He ends the call and slips his phone in his back pocket. “Staying or coming?” He asked the symbiote. 

“I will come, Eddie.”

Eddie grabs his keys and walks towards the door. Opening it, he looks back to you, still in the same space.

Roughly 15 minutes later, the symbiote tells him that he’s getting a call as the phone is on a soft vibrate.

Fishing the phone out, Eddie sees the photo of you since you’re the one calling. “Hey, baby, I’m sorry I didn’t wake you before leav- are you okay?” He had cut himself off as he had heard your soft sniffs.

“I want you home, please, Eddie.” your voice is quiet. “Please come home. I want you and Venom.”

“Okay, we’ll be home in a minute.” Ditching the groceries in the basket he was holding, he’s immediately out of the store.

He feels Venom’s body taking over his, letting the symbiote do it.

Less than the minute, the symbiote tucks away in Eddie’s body as they go through the window.

Eddie’s heart breaks as he sees the sight of you covered in his hoodie, the red splotches on your face, a hint of red on your nose and tears down your cheeks.

“I had another one and I got scared. I didn’t know what else to do, baby.” 

He kneels in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs. “No, no. You did the right thing by calling me. I mean, you’re always there for me when I have a bad dream or something, right?” You nod.

“I got really scared, Eddie.” you sobbed out.

He sits himself on the couch to lean against an armrest before pulling you to sit on his lap. You rest your head against the part where his neck and shoulder met.

His hands rest underneath the hoodie and against your skin, slightly feeling one of the big scars you have on your back.

Seconds later, Venom transforms himself into a small bodied blob and rests on your shoulder and underneath the hoodie, his head peeking out of the neckhole.

“I saw some of the people I killed and they kept screaming at me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe when I woke up. I had to calm myself down enough to call you.” you mumble.

“You don’t need to calm yourself down to call me or talk to me. You have called me or talked to me when you were having a panic attack and Venom and I have been able to be with you in a few minutes if we’re not with you already.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before resting his against yours, looking at the TV.

Small moments of silence with the TV’s sound in the background, you’re back to sleep with the blanket over you and Eddie.

Blobbed Venom is now sitting in the middle of your back, eating away at the frozen tater-tots and chocolate.

“Do you really need to eat on top of her?”

“But I like to eat on top of her.”

“I’m done with you, Venom.”

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