Hi There Can U Make HC Venom And Eddie X Reader Who Take Part In Military? Like She's A Proficient Commando,

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

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)

If ur request is still open, may I have an oneshot for Venom? Extra fluffy pls. Reader used to be one of Marines, and she had suffered from mental depression due to wars she've been involved. In case the mental topic make ya uncomfortable, let me know 😔

Oh, honey, the mental topic is okay with me! Even with myself dealing with depression, it is algood for me to write something like this♥️. Thank you for the request and thank you for letting me know if it'll make me uncomfortable 🥰🥺. I apologize if this oneshot/fanfic triggers anyone

Venom’s Marine

Jolting up in bed, your hands had gripped onto the sheets, your knuckles turning white. Tears had already begun to stream down your cheeks and dripping down onto your sheets.

In the corner of your eyes and through the tears, you see a blob roll its way into your room. It grips onto the semi-fallen sheets to climb itself onto your bed,

Immediately, you know it’s Venom.

Wiping the tears away, you cover your hand with your oversized hoodie sleeve to wipe away at the snot that had begun to run from your nose.

Venom merged his body with yours to form his head in front of you. “What is wrong, little one?” Silence became his answer. He bumps his ‘nose’ against yours.

You chuckle out sadly whilst looking down to your lap. “It’s nothing.”

“If it is nothing, then would you like to explain why there is water coming from your eyes and this weird substance coming from your nose?”

You giggle at the words he used for ‘tears’ and ‘snot’.

“Well, you know how I was in the marines.” He gives a single nod. You take in a deep breath in before letting it out slowly. “You also know that I have PTSD, but I also have depression because of what I did during the battles. My head has been giving me these thoughts of the people I’ve killed, of how their families and friends won’t be able to see them because I killed them.”

“You were trying to protect yourself and the the people you were with.”

“I know, but I feel sorry and bad for their families and friends.”

“It shows that you have feelings.”

Nothing else is said. You both sit in a comfortable silence.

“Where were you before, Venom?” You had remembered that he was out of the room. He doesn’t say anything except for, “Snacks.”

A small smile forms on your face, imagining him going through your freezer for those tator-tots.

He nuzzles his head against your hand as you began to pet him.

You felt his body force yours back onto the bed. “Go back to bed, human.” He forms his full body to have the both of you on your sides, your back against his chest.

“V, I can’t-”

“I’ll be here with you. Forever.”

You place your hands on top of his, a few small tears falling onto your pillow. “Forever.”

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1. name/nickname: names Alex, nickname's AJ (kinda prefer to be called AJ sometimes)

2. gender: male (transgender (ftm))

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8. favorite solo artists: I can't decide cos I'm a big music lover...

9. song stuck in my head: Stronger by The Score

10. last movie: Ouija

11. last show: The Walking Dead

12. when did i create this blog: uh, April 2020, but I had started reading fics on Tumblr since around mid-year of 2019

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25. dream trip: uh, I want to go all over the place cos my mum wanted to travel and take me with her but she can't now or in the future cos she passed away almost a year ago

26. favorite food: crackers and cookies n cream ice cream

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2. gender: she/her

3. star sign: cancer

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8. favorite solo artists: Post Malone, Conan Grey, Ed Sheeran, many others

9. song stuck in my head: Backseat Serenade x All Time Low (ik im cringing as im typing that but its the truth) 

10. last movie: WW84 (I think Misha just bashed it bc of Warner Bros which I understand lmao) 

11. last show: Peaky Blinders

12. when did i create this blog: sometime back in 2013, but I became a spn blog this year

13. what do i post: lots of spn, destiel, and other garbage lmaoo 

14. last thing googled: go to jail monopoly card

15. other blogs: noooone honey all my eggs are in this basket 

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25. dream trip: ever since I watched Outlander, I really wanna go to Scotland 

26. favorite food: sweet and sour chicken

27. nationality: american

28. favorite song: Stay x Post Malone

29. last book read: Where the Crawdads Sings

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Can you do a Sam x reader kind of like a bonnie and Clyde au idk I’m a sucker for those kind

Ooo, this sounds interesting. Now, forgive me if this doesn't fill your request. Idk what else to write for this au, so I just went with what came off the top of my head

Bonnie and Clyde’s Holiday

Sitting on the loveseat with your legs over an armrest and your back leaning against the other, you groan in annoyance. “Can we go on a holiday to Hawaii or something?”

“That sounds like a good idea, darlin’. We haven’t been there yet.” Sam turns away from the table to face you. “But what would we do in Hawaii?” He leans against the table, his clothes pressing against his body in all the right places.

It has you in your thoughts and got you thinking of what you want to do to him.

He calls your name, finally getting you out of your thoughts of him. “Get your things packed. We’re going to the bank, then we’re going on that little holiday.”

He presses his lips against yours. His hands grip onto your hips to bring your body against his whilst putting more heat into the kiss.

After a small moan escapes from you, you mumble against his lips, “We’re gonna be late.”

Waiting for the scared man shakily put the money in a duffel bag, you walk around, getting bored mixed with excitement by the minute.

Once the money’s done, Sam grabs your hand and walks you out of the store and into the car. “Where to now?” he asks.

“I want to go to a store to get some things.”

Driving to a store, the police arrive at the bank, getting answers to their questions from the people who were there.

Parking in a spot at K-Mart, you tell Sam to wait in the whilst you go shopping.

Wandering through aisles, you had grabbed some clothes; togs, everyday clothes and pajamas for the both of you and Sam.

You then just walked  out, the monitors beeping at the unpaid clothings. “Hey, you need to pay for those!” the security guard began to jog towards you, but you just kept walking and into the car you were when the guard had caught up.

Driving away again, the two of you are now on your way to the airport. “Ready for that holiday?” asked Sam, who gets a simple nod in return. “Can’t wait to see what they have in store for us.”

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.