Into The Button Eyed World: Today Is For Gardening

Into The Button Eyed World: Today is for Gardening

Summary: Deciding to move out of the bunker and into the Pink Palace since hunts are now over, the three of you do not know about the movie Coraline as the house is straight out of the movie. You’re the one that goes through the door and experience the button-eyed world.

Pairings: Dean x Reader x Sam Word Count: 1025 Into The Button-Eyed World Masterlist Warnings: None

A/N: Have fun and feedback would be appreciated A/N 2: I’ll repost the masterlist once all the chapters are finished A/N 3: Tags are open

Putting some seed bags on the window sill, you hear the keys on the laptop click away. “I almost fell in a well yesterday, Sam.”

“Mm-hm”

Such love from him.

“It’s the perfect day for gardening, don’t you think?” You itch the rashes on your palms whilst turning and leaning back on the counter. “A, you can be clumsy sometimes, and B, it’s raining.”

“But I want things to grow when people come to visit. The garden looks like a graveyard.”

“It’s raining, so you’re gonna get covered in mud.”

Letting out a small groan, you walk over to him to wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your head against his. “How’s the law stuff coming along?”

“How’s your unpacking coming along?” he retort back. You mock what he said as you stand up from his body.

“Oh, yeah. Some guy left this for you on the front porch.” Sam reaches down beside him to grab a newspaper-wrapped object and hands it over to you. Unwrapping it, there was a note stuck to it.

Hey, (L/N). Look what I found in Grandma’s trunk. Looks familiar? - Wybie

Groaning at the name, you take the note off to see a doll looking exactly like you. “Huh, a little me. That’s a bit weird.”

“What’s his name, honey?”

“Wybie.” you say in disgust. “I’m way too old for dolls. Teddies are a good go.” You peck Sam’s cheek as you walk out the kitchen.

Pushing a room door open, Dean is seated at a desk, also typing away. “Hey, Dean. How’s the work going?” Seconds pass without an answer from the eldest Winchester. “Dean.”

“Hey, (Y/N).” He turns in his seat to see you properly, and the doll in your hand. “And (Y/N)...doll?” He turn back in his seat to look over the mechanic stuff.

“Do you know where the garden tools are?”

“What’d the moose say?”

“I’m clumsy and that it’s raining.”

“Then you won’t be needing the tools.”

Looking at the door, you nudge it with your finger, hearing a squeak from it. Your hand and fingers wraps around the handle to push and pull the door, having more squeaks fill the silence, along with the rain and typing of the keys.

“You know, this house is 150 years old.”

“Wow, something’s older than you. Why does it matter how old it is?”

“Go explore it.” He hands you a notepad a pen. “Go count all the doors and windows that are blue. I need to work for a bit, babe.” He pecks your lips before going back to work.

Walking out of the room with the pad and doll in each hand, you strip your jacket off and dump it somewhere behind you.

A lump in front of you makes you stop next to the staircase in the hallway, you eyes averting down to a bump in the carpet. Your boot presses against it, appearing behind you now. Pressing once again, it divides into two. You give up.

Twelve leaky windows

A drop of water splashes against the words as soon as they were written down.

Going to a guest bedroom upstairs, you take a small glance around it before going to the joined bathroom. You pull back the curtain to see crawly bugs scattering away from you.

A small tingle gets your attention, making you glance down to see one of them had flew onto you. You whack it flat with your palm, squishing its guts on the spot of your arm and hand.

You turn the cold dial of the bathtub, waiting for the water to come through. Instead, you feel it on top of you head. Quickly, you turned the dial the opposite way to stop the water.

Taking each step down the stairs, the door in the hallway creaks open. Going in, your mind clicks that it’s the boiler room.

12 disgusting!!! bugs One rusty old water heater

Clicking a button on the way out, the lights start to flicker with a yell of Dean coming down the hall. Your heart races, quickly running back to the boiler room to push the bottom button. A small piece of paper, Don’t Push, gets taped against the wall.

Walking into what seems to be the lounge, you take in the view of it whilst putting the doll on the table, its back leaning against a box. You pull out some photo frames, smiling at them as you place them above the fireplace.

“One boring, blue boy in a painfully boring painting. And four, incredibly boring windows and no...more...doors.” You write down before you blindly reach out for the doll. Your hand doesn’t feel it, so you glance down at the table to see it gone. “Alright, where are you hiding?”

Turning around to a piece of cardboard propped against the wall, you tilt your head, staring back at the doll hiding behind it.

Going to the toy and kneeling to pick it up, you see an outline of a small door, big enough for you to crawl through.

Pushing the cardboard out of the way, you get a better look at the door. The tip of your finger traces the covered lock. “Hey, Sam! Where does this door go?”

“I’m really busy right now, (Y/N)!”

“I think it’s locked. Please!”

Groaning, Sam pushes his chair back to come see where you are. He sees you kneeling in front of a small door. “Will you be happy if I get this opened for you?” He sees a puppy look on your face and a small whimper coming out of you. “Fine!”

Going back to the kitchen, Sam opens a random draw of keys to rummage through them and finding a strange looking key, thinking it must be it.

Back in the lounge, he cuts around the door, your curiosity growing by the second. Unlocking and opening it, bricks are stacked on top of each other. You question why they’re there. “They must’ve bricked it up when they divided up the house.” He leaves the room.

“You didn’t lock it!”

what fandoms/people i will write for

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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

Looking After You

Pairing: Sam x Pregnant!Reader

Your phone buzzes on the bedside table as you came out of the bathroom, a towel managing to cover you up. 

We’re on our way. 

Bring some caramel slice. Your daughter is craving it again.

You put your phone down where it was to get changed into one of Sam’s flannels and one of your sweatpants.

Minutes pass to have knocks at the door. “That was quick, don’t you think?” you rest a hand on your stomach, feeling a kick against it. Opening the door, it wasn’t the person you were expecting.

A small amount of powder gets blown into your face. Coughing and waving it away, the thump of the body fills your ears.

“(Y/N),” hands cup your face, the blurriness going away and becoming clear. A hand moves off your face to rest against your stomach. 

“I’m fine,” you rest each hand on top of Sam’s. Your skin had become more pale and your body grew more tired.

“Dean.” Sam looks at his brother worriedly. “Take care of them while I take care of this one.” He pushes the witch forward a bit before closing the door and walking over to the Impala.

Helping you into bed, your back facing the edge of the bed, your stomach towards Sam’s space on the bed, he sits at the end, starting to clean out some of his guns.

An hour or two later, you managed to get some food and drinks into your system in that time period.

With your eyes closed and hand on your stomach, Sam puts down the gun cleaner as a sigh escapes from him. He watches your body breathe steadily.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Sam lies on his side and towards you. His face being the same level as your belly. “What about her?” He moves his hand under your (his) flannel, he caresses his thumb against your skin.

“She’s fine, Sam.”

With your skin coming back to normal colour, your shirt gets risen up more to rest under your breasts and to feel Sam’s lips against where your infant daughter is resting.

“Dean messaged when you were asleep. He said that he killed the witch and that he’s coming back with some diner food.” He moves his head up a bit to glance up at you, who’s looking back down at him.

“I’m feeling better, Sam. Before, my whole body was in pain and she kept kicking me more, but now, she’s calmed down and my body is easing up.”

Just in time, the door opens to show your brother-in-law with diner food bags and keys in both hands. “How are the ladies doing?” He dumps the things down on the table before moving over to you. Sam gets off the bed and to the food as Dean presses a kiss on top of your head before pressing another to the side of your stomach and to feel a kick against his lips.

“Little lady has become more happy and mama lady is feeling better.”

“Good. Man, I hate witches.” He moves to sit on Sam’s side and rests a hand on your stomach, feeling his niece kicking up a storm. “Seems like she agrees with me.” Kissing your head again, he gets up and starts to eat his food, Sam bringing yours and his over to your shared bed.

Sitting against the backrest, you stop yourself from biting your burger, you ask, “Where’s the caramel slice?”

Sam puts his food down. “I’ll go get it.”

Mind tell me ur nickname? :3

Hey, anon. My nickname is AJ :3

Do u think Venom is afraid of fireworks?

I kinda think he is. I think if he's outside with people doing fireworks and once they explode, he's gonna worry about those little sparks coming down and putting him on fire. He's probably not gonna like those sort of high-pitched fireworks too

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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