Requested by @zephindles.
Thank you so much for the request!
Harold Finch x Reader
No pronouns used for the reader
summary: In the digital age, where information reigns supreme, a chance encounter with the enigmatic Harold Finch leads a brilliant computer whiz into a world of hidden surveillance, vigilantism, and moral complexity. As they work together to protect lives flagged by the Machine, a sentient AI, a deep connection grows between them. Despite the weight of their mission and the secrets they hold, a unique bond emerges, one that transcends the digital realm and sparks a love that blossoms in the quiet moments between lines of code and flashes of brilliance. "Coding Connection: A Partnership in the Shadows" is a tale of justice, trust, and the profound connection that can be found in the most unexpected places.
The world had become a sea of data, an ocean of information that swirled around Harold Finch's brilliant mind. He had built the Machine, a sentient AI that watched over humanity, predicting threats and saving lives. But in the shadows of the digital age, Harold remained hidden, his face unknown to all but a few.
You were a computer whiz, a genius in your own right, and your path crossed with Harold's in the most unexpected way. A chance encounter during an investigation led you to discover the existence of the Machine and the enigmatic man who had created it.
One evening, you received a mysterious message on your computer, a string of numbers and codes that seemed to defy explanation. Intrigued and determined to uncover the truth, you followed the breadcrumbs, which eventually led you to a quiet library on the outskirts of the city.
There, in the dimly lit room filled with ancient books and the soft hum of computers, you found Harold Finch. He was seated at a desk, glasses perched on his nose, fingers dancing across a keyboard. His presence exuded an air of secrecy and intellect that both intrigued and intimidated you.
"Are you Mr. Finch?" you asked cautiously, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
He looked up, his gaze penetrating but kind. "I am. And you must be the one who's been following the trail."
You nodded, taking a deep breath. "I want to help. I want to understand what you're doing."
Harold studied you for a moment, as if assessing your sincerity. Then, he motioned for you to sit. "It's not a path for the faint of heart. What I do, what the Machine does, it comes with a heavy burden."
You met his gaze, determination in your eyes. "I'm not afraid. I've seen the potential for good that your creation possesses."
Over time, you became Harold's trusted ally, working alongside him to protect those whose lives the Machine flagged as at risk. Together, you delved into the intricate web of data and surveillance, navigating the moral complexities of playing god in a world driven by technology.
As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you found yourself drawn to Harold in ways you couldn't explain. His quiet strength, his unwavering commitment to justice, and the way his eyes sparkled with hidden depths all captured your heart.
One evening, as you sat side by side in the library, the soft glow of monitors casting a warm light on his face, you found the courage to voice what had been on your mind.
"Harold," you began hesitantly, "there's something about this work, about you, that I can't ignore."
He turned to you, his expression softening. "And what is it, Y/N?"
You reached for his hand, your fingers interlocking with his. "It's the knowledge that we're making a difference together, and the feeling that maybe, in this vast sea of data, we've found something worth protecting."
A faint smile tugged at his lips, and he squeezed your hand gently. "I couldn't agree more."
In the midst of a world driven by algorithms and surveillance, you and Harold Finch had found a connection that transcended the digital realm. It was a connection rooted in a shared purpose, an unyielding commitment to justice, and a love that blossomed in the quiet moments between lines of code and flashes of brilliance.
And as you continued to work together, you realized that sometimes, the most profound connections are the ones that are hidden in plain sight, waiting to be uncovered by those who dare to look beyond the surface.
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im so glad that was my first request ever! i was planning on writing a Finch x Reader anyways and this just made me more excited for it ;-;. thank you @zephindles for the request!
I wanted to thank everyone that has liked/reblogged any of my posts these past few months where I wasn't online much. It's been tough for me after losing my mother. I love you guys so much and thank you for all the support and love I've gotten from you guys <3
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summary: after a high-stakes mission, the reader becomes angry at Root for not taking better care of herself when they discovers Root has been injured. To calm the reader's anger, Root surprises them with a passionate kiss, conveying both her apology for not being careful and her gratitude for the reader's concern. The kiss brings the reader's anger to a halt and strengthens their bond, with Root promising to be more cautious in the future and assuring the reader that she'll always come back to them.
You had been partners with Root for a while now, working on high-stakes missions and trying to keep up with the enigmatic hacker's unpredictable nature. Tonight's mission was particularly intense, involving a dangerous group that could compromise national security. The two of you had just narrowly escaped a close call, and you were both panting, trying to catch your breaths in the dimly lit alley.
Root had been her usual confident and fearless self throughout the operation, but something about tonight had been different. Maybe it was the way her eyes seemed more focused, her movements slightly less fluid than usual. It gnawed at the back of your mind, but you pushed it aside, too wrapped up in the mission to dwell on it.
However, as you both retreated to a safer location to regroup, you finally noticed it. A gash on Root's arm, oozing blood. You rushed over, your concern immediately taking over.
"Root, you're hurt!" you exclaimed, carefully examining the wound.
"It's just a scratch," Root brushed it off, but the pain in her eyes was undeniable.
"Just a scratch?" Your voice was laced with anger and fear. "You could have been seriously hurt! Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you take better care of yourself?"
Root met your gaze, her own eyes softening as she realized the gravity of the situation and your genuine worry for her. She opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a loss for words. Instead, she did something unexpected. She leaned in and pressed her lips to yours, silencing your concerns with a passionate kiss.
The kiss was a mixture of relief and frustration, a silent apology for not being more careful and an expression of gratitude for your unwavering concern. As the seconds passed, you melted into the kiss, your anger dissipating as quickly as it had come. Root pulled away, her eyes locked onto yours.
"I promise to be more careful next time," Root whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of your racing heart.
You nodded, your anger replaced with a newfound closeness. "Good," you replied, "because I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."
Root smiled, her thumb gently caressing your cheek. "I'll always come back to you," she vowed, sealing her promise with another tender kiss, a promise that made your heart skip a beat.
i’m so sorry everyone :,( i had a shit ton of exams and stuff for the end of this term so i wasn’t able to finish the second part for the Logan H x Reader. i’ll try to get it down some point this week!! thank you all so much for the support throughout the last 6 months <3
Nightmares and Confessions:
Summary: After a harrowing nightmare, the reader seeks solace in the quiet of the night and finds unexpected company in Kai Parker. As they open up to each other about their fears and experiences, a deep connection forms. Amidst the darkness, an unexpected romance blossoms, promising a beautiful mess of emotions and desires in the face of supernatural chaos.
[Note: This story contains elements of supernatural themes.]
Enchanted Shadows: A Witches Dance:
Summary: In the mystical realm of Mystic Falls, you, a young witch, find yourself entangled in the darkness of the supernatural world. Your heart heavy with its weight, you stumble upon one of the most feared and fascinating figures in the supernatural community—Kai Parker. With a reputation that sends shivers down the bravest spines, Kai's twisted humor and unpredictable nature draw you in despite the warnings. An unexpected encounter in your herb garden sparks a connection that defies the boundaries of your world. As you navigate the intricacies of Kai's troubled past and the allure of his enigmatic charisma, you're faced with a choice: stay away from the danger he embodies or risk everything for a love that seems impossible in a world where darkness reigns. 'Enchanted Shadows: A Witch's Dance' weaves a tale of forbidden attraction, empathy, and a love that flourishes amidst the supernatural shadows.
[Note: This story contains elements of supernatural themes.]
Kai Parker x Reader
No pronouns used
summary: In the mystical realm of Mystic Falls, you, a young witch, find yourself entangled in the darkness of the supernatural world. Your heart heavy with its weight, you stumble upon one of the most feared and fascinating figures in the supernatural community—Kai Parker. With a reputation that sends shivers down the bravest spines, Kai's twisted humor and unpredictable nature draw you in despite the warnings. An unexpected encounter in your herb garden sparks a connection that defies the boundaries of your world. As you navigate the intricacies of Kai's troubled past and the allure of his enigmatic charisma, you're faced with a choice: stay away from the danger he embodies or risk everything for a love that seems impossible in a world where darkness reigns. 'Enchanted Shadows: A Witch's Dance' weaves a tale of forbidden attraction, empathy, and a love that flourishes amidst the supernatural shadows.
The Mystic Falls night was shrouded in darkness, and you found yourself wandering through the abandoned streets, your heart heavy with the weight of the supernatural world you had become a part of. As a young witch, you had always been warned about the dangers lurking in the shadows, and it seemed that fate had led you to one of the most dangerous of them all: Kai Parker.
Kai had a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest vampires and witches. His twisted sense of humor and unpredictable nature made him both feared and fascinating. It was said that he had no regard for anyone's well-being but his own, yet there was an undeniable charisma about him that drew you in.
One fateful night, while you were tending to the herbs in your garden, you felt a presence behind you, a subtle but unmistakable shift in the air. Before you could react, a voice whispered in your ear, "You're quite skilled with those herbs."
Startled, you turned to find Kai standing there, his blue eyes sparkling with an inexplicable curiosity.
"You... you shouldn't sneak up on people like that," you stammered, trying to maintain your composure.
Kai chuckled, a sound that sent a strange warmth through you despite your better judgment. "I tend to do a lot of things I shouldn't."
Over time, you found yourself drawn into Kai's orbit, despite the warnings of your friends and the nagging feeling in your gut that told you to stay away. He was an enigma, a puzzle you couldn't resist trying to solve.
As the days turned into weeks, you discovered that there was more to Kai than met the eye. He had his demons, his past filled with pain and isolation. You couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for him, a desire to understand the darkness that consumed him.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars filled the sky, you found yourself standing with Kai in the same garden where you had first met. His hand brushed against yours, a touch so gentle it surprised you.
"You're not like other witches," he mused, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest. "And you're not like other vampires."
A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
You reached up, your fingers tracing the lines of his face, feeling the coolness of his skin. "I haven't decided yet."
In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only you and Kai in a fragile bubble of connection. It was a connection forged in defiance of the darkness that surrounded you both, a connection that held the promise of redemption and love in a world where such things seemed impossible.
As you leaned in, closing the gap between you, you knew that the path you were treading was dangerous, but it was a risk you were willing to take—for Kai Parker had become more than just a dangerous enigma; he had become the missing piece in your own complicated puzzle.
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i love this one so much ;-;. i hope you like it just as much, if not more!
Part I Part III
i recommend reading part 1 first but this can be read as a stand alone!
Stephen Strange x Reader
they/them pronouns used
Summary: Stephen and the reader wake up in a compromising position with Stephen's arm draped over Y/N. After Stephen apologizes profusely, Y/N becomes fed up with his constant apologies and decides to take matters into their own hands. They share an unexpected and sweet kiss that marks a shift in their relationship.
The soft Irish morning light filtered into the room, casting a warm glow on the two occupants of the bed. Y/N stirred from their slumber, slowly becoming aware of an unexpected weight on their waist. Their eyes fluttered open, and they realized that Stephen's arm was draped over them. It was a rather intimate position, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of flustered confusion.
Just as they were contemplating how to extricate themselves from the situation without waking Stephen, he started to stir. His eyes opened, and upon realizing the compromising position, he hastily pulled his arm back.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Stephen began to apologize profusely. "I didn't mean to—"
Frustration welled up in Y/N, not from the awkward situation, but from Stephen's incessant apologies. They turned to face him, their gaze softening. "Stephen, it's okay. You don't have to apologize for everything."
Stephen blinked in surprise at Y/N's response, still flustered but relieved that they weren't angry.
Feeling an inexplicable rush of emotions, Y/N leaned in closer, their lips brushing against Stephen's in a gentle, sweet kiss. It was a moment of pure impulse, their feelings suddenly taking over. The world seemed to fade away as they kissed, and for the first time, their interactions were marked by something other than argument and frustration.
When they finally pulled away, Stephen was left slightly breathless. His usual composed demeanor had been thoroughly shattered. "I… I didn't expect that."
Y/N smiled, a hint of playfulness in their eyes. "Neither did I, but maybe it's time we stopped fighting and gave this a chance."
The tension that had been a constant between them seemed to melt away as they lay there, side by side. The mission had brought them to this unexpected point, but perhaps it was also the beginning of something new, a connection they hadn't anticipated.
As they cuddled closer to each other, wrapped in the warmth of the shared bed, the atmosphere in the room transformed from one of conflict to one of quiet intimacy. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, where words were no longer necessary to bridge the gap between them.
They began to talk softly, opening up to each other in a way they hadn't before. Stephen spoke about the pressures of his responsibilities as the Sorcerer Supreme, and Y/N shared stories from their past that had shaped their strong-willed nature. Their defenses were down, and they discovered a surprising common ground in their shared sense of duty and the need to protect the world from supernatural threats.
Hours passed in the comfortable embrace, and before they knew it, their conversation had transitioned into the early hours of the morning. It was a deep and honest exchange, one that forged a connection stronger than the tension that had characterized their interactions before.
As dawn broke and the first rays of the sun painted the room in a soft, golden light, Stephen and Y/N exchanged one more tender kiss. It was a promise of new beginnings, and the recognition that the friction between them had merely been a prelude to a deeper, more profound connection.
They may have been an unlikely pair, but the night had shown them that sometimes, in the most unexpected of circumstances, something beautiful can emerge from the chaos.
i know i haven't posted in a while and i really need to post the third part to 'The Bed Argument' but like.... i really wanna write something for either of the Winchester boys, maybe even Cas cause like- idk
what i'm trying to say is, expect a Dean x reader, Sam x reader and Cas x reader.
but i won't post them until AFTER part 3 of 'The Bed Argument'
Links to The Bed Argument (Stephen Strange x Reader series)
Part I Part II
if there is another fandom that you would like me to write for, just dm me! i'll try to write them!
(if the fandoms do not have a link, i either haven't made any stories or a masterlist for them)
I know its been a while and I'm sorry :( of course, if you have any requests, mine are still open and welcome!! Now onto Sammy Winchester!!!
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Sam Winchester x Reader
No pronouns used for Reader
Summary: After Sam gets injured on a hunt alone, Castiel sends a trustworthy angel to heal him. There's a catch though, the reader and Sam seem to butt heads all the time.
Sam Winchester had been on the trail of a nest of vampires for days. With Dean off handling a haunting in another town, Sam insisted he could manage this one on his own. But now, as he leaned against a tree in the dense forest, clutching his bleeding side, he wasn't so sure.
The vampire lay dead at his feet, its head severed from its body. But the satisfaction of victory was overshadowed by the pain radiating from the deep gash in his side. He needed help, and he needed it fast.
"Castiel," Sam muttered as he fumbled for his phone. He dialed the angel’s number, hoping against hope that his friend would be available.
On the other end, Castiel was in the midst of a heated argument with several other angels. The celestial conflict was growing more intense by the day, leaving him stretched thin.
"Sam?" Castiel's voice came through, strained but concerned.
"Cas, I’m hurt. I need you to heal me," Sam gasped, his vision starting to blur.
"I'm… I'm tied up with something crucial," Castiel replied, glancing around at the other angels. "But I'll get someone to you."
Before Sam could protest, Castiel ended the call and turned to the angel beside him. "I need you to go to Sam. He's hurt."
The angel, you, narrowed your eyes. "Why me? Surely there are others who can—"
"There's no time to argue," Castiel interrupted, his voice stern. "Go now."
You crossed your arms defiantly. "Cas, I am in the middle of handling other pressing matters. Why can't Balthazar or even Uriel take care of this?"
Castiel’s gaze hardened. "Balthazar is dealing with a demon incursion in Europe, and Uriel is… well, Uriel. You're the best option right now."
"Best option, or just the most convenient?" you shot back. "You always do this, Cas. Every time Sam or Dean gets themselves into trouble, I'm the one you call. Why?"
"Because I trust you," Castiel replied, his tone softening but still firm. "And because I know you care, even if you won’t admit it."
You looked away, the truth of his words hitting harder than you wanted to acknowledge. "This isn’t about me caring. It’s about you using me as a crutch for your human friends."
"They’re more than just human friends," Castiel said quietly. "They’re family."
The word 'family' struck a chord. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Fine. I’ll go. But this is the last time, Cas."
Castiel gave a small, grateful nod. "Thank you."
With a heavy sigh, you vanished from Castiel's side and appeared in the forest where Sam was barely holding on to consciousness.
"Sam Winchester," you muttered under your breath, annoyed at the task. "Always getting into trouble."
Sam looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. "You’re not Cas."
"No, I’m not," you replied curtly, kneeling beside him. "But I’m here to save your sorry hide, so hold still."
As you placed your hands over his wound, a warm light emanated from your palms, healing the gash almost instantly. Sam winced, then sighed in relief as the pain subsided.
"Thanks," he said, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and confusion.
"You're welcome," you replied, standing up. "Though I don’t understand why Castiel sends me to you every time you get yourself into trouble."
"Maybe because he knows you’re capable," Sam suggested, standing up slowly. "Or maybe he enjoys seeing us butt heads."
You scoffed. "Or maybe he just enjoys seeing you get under my skin."
Sam, despite his condition, couldn’t help but grin. "It's mutual, you know. You have a knack for pushing my buttons."
"Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you," you shot back, crossing your arms. "Why do you always insist on taking these solo missions? You know you can't handle everything on your own."
"I'm perfectly capable," Sam retorted, the defensive tone in his voice unmistakable. "And I don’t need an angel babysitter."
"Clearly, you do," you said, your voice rising in frustration. "You were about to bleed out here, Sam! Do you have any idea how reckless that is?"
"Reckless?" Sam's eyes flared with anger. "I was handling it. I had it under control."
"You call this under control?" you snapped, gesturing to his bloodstained clothes. "You’re lucky I got here in time."
Sam opened his mouth to argue but then closed it, taking a deep breath. "Look, I appreciate what you did. I do. But you don’t get to lecture me about taking risks. It's part of the job."
"Taking risks is one thing. Getting yourself killed is another," you replied, your tone softening slightly. "I don't enjoy seeing you like this, Sam. I care too much to keep watching you hurt yourself."
There was a stunned silence as the words hung in the air. You immediately regretted letting your true feelings slip, and Sam's eyes widened in surprise.
"You… you care about me?" Sam asked, his voice softening.
You looked away, feeling vulnerable. "I… I didn't mean it like that."
"But you do care," Sam said, stepping closer despite the lingering pain. "I didn’t know."
"Well, now you do," you replied curtly, trying to regain your composure. "Just… try to stay out of trouble, okay?"
Sam hesitated, then took a deep breath. "You know, you're not the only one who cares."
You blinked, taken aback. "What?"
"I care about you too," Sam confessed, his voice steady. "Probably more than I should. And it's not just because you save my life. It's because you're there, even when we argue, even when things get tough. You're there."
You stared at him, feeling a mix of emotions. "Sam…"
"Look, I'm not saying it's easy," Sam continued, his eyes locked on yours. "But I think there's something here, between us. Something worth fighting for."
You felt your defenses crumbling. "I… I never thought you felt that way."
"Well, I do," Sam said softly. "And I think maybe, just maybe, we can figure this out together."
For a moment, you both stood there, the forest around you silent. Then you nodded, a small smile forming on your lips. "Okay. Let's try."
Sam smiled back, relief and hope evident in his eyes. "Yeah. Let's."
You nodded curtly before vanishing, leaving Sam alone in the forest once more. As he started making his way back to the motel, he couldn't help but feel that despite the friction, a deeper connection had been forged between the two of you—a reluctant but undeniable bond that might just be the beginning of something more.
Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Dean and the reader are baking Christmas treats at the bunker while Sam is on a hunt. Amidst the festive chaos, Dean cracks an egg on the reader's head, leading to a playful flour fight. Dean then picks the reader up over his shoulder, and they share a laughter-filled moment. Sam returns, finding the kitchen in disarray, and discovers Dean and the reader surrounded by flour and baking ingredients. The messy holiday surprise becomes a memorable Christmas memory for the Winchester trio.
Sam Winchester x Reader
Summary: Sam Winchester surprises the reader with a heartfelt gift and invites them to share a quiet and cozy night together away from hunting. The two exchange stories, laughter, and meaningful glances. As snow falls outside, they find a moment of respite and connection, sealed with a sweet kiss under the mistletoe.
Castiel Novak x Reader
Summary: Castiel experiences Christmas traditions for the first time with the Winchester brothers and the reader. As they decorate the tree and exchange gifts, Castiel learns about the holiday spirit. The story culminates in a magical moment under the mistletoe, where Castiel and the reader share a sweet kiss, making it a Christmas to remember for everyone involved.
Jack Kline x Reader
Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.
Rowena MacLeod x Reader
Summary: Rowena, the enchanting witch, confesses to the reader that the holiday season has awakened new emotions within her. The two share a magical moment, culminating in a kiss that transcends the ordinary. As they celebrate the festive season together, they discover the unexpected joy of love in the midst of holiday magic.
Logan/James Howlett x Reader
Summary: Y/N buys a gift for Logan, but he isn't too keen on receiving it.
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