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Heartbeat Symphony

AHHHH i love this man too much lmao. this is short and sweet so have fun my lovelies!

how have i not written for this man yet like-

Dean Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.

Heartbeat Symphony

Dean Winchester sat in the driver's seat of the Impala, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he glanced over at you. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the backdrop to the comfortable silence that filled the car. You had been on the road for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a case, and now the two of you were finally heading back to the bunker.

As Dean drove, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the contours of your face. The quiet moments between hunts were just as precious as the action-packed ones. He reached over, fingers brushing against yours, and a warm smile formed on his lips as he interlaced them.

"You doing okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the Impala.

You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to get back and hit the hay."

Dean chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Well, we make a damn good team, don't we?"

You smirked, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "The best. Team Winchester."

As the familiar sight of the bunker came into view, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment. The two of you had been through so much together, and yet, every moment felt like a new adventure with you by his side.

Once inside the bunker, you kicked off your boots and flopped down onto the worn-out couch in the library. Dean joined you, sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other. He reached for the TV remote, flicking through the channels until he found an old black-and-white movie.

"You know," Dean said, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, "we make a pretty good team in and out of the field."

You laughed, snuggling closer. "Yeah, we do. I wouldn't want to hunt monsters with anyone else."

Dean turned his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Me neither, Y/N."

The movie played in the background, but you found yourself more captivated by the steady cadence of Dean's heartbeat. It was a comforting symphony, a reminder that you were home, safe in the arms of the person you loved.

As the night wore on, you both drifted off to sleep on the couch, tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. The bunker echoed with the quiet sounds of the TV and the distant hum of the machinery that kept the place running.

In the darkness, Dean whispered words of love, promises, and gratitude, knowing that every day with you was a gift. And as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his love surround you like a protective embrace. Together, you faced the challenges that came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart, a team bound by something stronger than any supernatural force – love.

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i loved writing this OMG!! i can't believe i haven't written for Dean yet. i absolutely adore him so so much lmao

Undercover Hearts

first and foremost, so sorry i haven't posted in forever. also, i desperately need to update my 'Fandoms I Write For' because i need to add some stuff and take some stuff off. im also sorry about the tags, im terrible at them ;-;

John Reese x Reader

they/them pronouns used

summary: the reader and john are going undercover for a mission and things go side ways. the reader ends up getting hurt and john helps them, although he is upset about it. while lecturing the reader, he accidentally let's his thoughts slip.

Undercover Hearts

The mission had started like any other, with John Reese and Y/N going undercover to infiltrate a secretive organization. John was the stoic, experienced operative, and Y/N was the brilliant yet shy analyst who had surprised everyone with their quick thinking and determination. As they blended into their new identities, neither of them could predict just how sideways things would go.

The air was thick with tension as they navigated the dimly lit room, surrounded by individuals who could sniff out deception with ease. Y/N's nerves were palpable, and John could sense their unease. He shot them a reassuring glance, his eyes locking onto theirs for a moment. Y/N's cheeks flushed, but the exchange gave them a small boost of confidence.

As the night progressed, they exchanged coded glances and played their roles impeccably, gathering valuable information. But in the midst of the chaos, a suspicious figure grew wary of them. Before they could react, a scuffle broke out, and shots echoed through the room. John managed to fend off the attacker, but not without a struggle.

Y/N, caught in the crossfire, had managed to avoid the gunfire, but they stumbled and fell, hitting their head against the corner of a table. John's heart raced as he dispatched the threat, then rushed to Y/N's side.

"Y/N, are you alright?" he asked urgently, his concern evident in his eyes.

Y/N groaned, their hand instinctively reaching for the throbbing pain on their forehead. "I-I think so," they managed to stammer.

But as John helped Y/N to their feet, he noticed the trickle of blood on their forehead. His jaw clenched, and anger flashed in his eyes as he berated himself for not protecting them better.

"We need to get you out of here," John said, his voice tight with worry. He led Y/N through a maze of corridors, his senses on high alert.

They finally found a safe spot, hidden from prying eyes. John's hands were gentle as he inspected the wound, his touch sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "You're lucky it's not too deep," he muttered, cleaning the wound with a cloth he had in his pocket.

Y/N winced at the sting, but the warmth of John's touch was oddly comforting. "I'm sorry things went wrong," they mumbled.

John's gaze softened as he looked at them, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from their face. "It's not your fault. We'll get through this."

As he continued tending to their wound, John's lecturing began. He chided Y/N for not being cautious enough, for letting their nerves get the best of them. "You need to be more aware of your surroundings," he admonished, his voice firm.

Y/N nodded, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'll try to do better next time."

John sighed, his gaze meeting Y/N's for a moment. And then, almost as if it slipped out unintentionally, he muttered, "You know, I can't afford to lose you."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his eyes and the weight of his words. Did he just…?

"What?" they managed to stammer, their voice barely a whisper.

John's expression turned slightly startled, as if he hadn't meant to reveal his thoughts. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I mean, we're a team, and I need you to be on your game."

But Y/N could see through the facade. There was something more in his eyes, a depth of emotion he hadn't meant to show.

With a newfound courage fueled by the rush of adrenaline and the vulnerability of the moment, Y/N reached out and placed a hand over John's, which was still holding the cloth. "John," they began softly, their voice carrying a hint of hesitancy, "I appreciate your concern. And… I need you to know that I'm grateful to have you watching out for me."

A ghost of a smile played on John's lips, and his eyes softened. In that moment, their unspoken connection deepened, and amidst the chaos of their undercover mission, their hearts found a way to communicate what words had trouble expressing.

As John's fingers intertwined with Y/N's, he seemed to lose himself in their gaze. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice lower than before, "I never want to see you hurt."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, and a surge of courage overcame their shyness. "John," they whispered, their voice barely audible, "I feel safe when you're around."

The vulnerability of their words hung in the air, a quiet admission that transcended the danger surrounding them. John's expression softened further, his walls crumbling in the face of their honesty.

And so, in the heart of danger and vulnerability, two souls drew closer, bound by more than just their mission. Their eyes spoke volumes, and as the night grew darker, the bond between them grew stronger, laying the foundation for something that neither of them could deny any longer.

hey bozos

i know i haven’t written in a very long time. i need some help with ideas and who to right about. send any requests my way, please!

Healing Hearts Under Fire

i know i js posted two John Reese stories but... heres another one...

John Reese x Reader

they/them pronouns used

summary: During a dangerous mission, John Reese gets shot in the arm, and Y/N's concern for his safety turns into frustration. Y/N passionately lectures John about the risks he takes and the importance of their team's well-being. To reassure Y/N, John gently holds their face in his hands, which leads to a charged moment of vulnerability between them.

Healing Hearts Under Fire

The night was shrouded in darkness as John Reese and Y/N ventured into the heart of danger, their mission to dismantle a criminal operation. The tension in the air was palpable, a reminder of the risks they faced. As they navigated their way through a dimly lit warehouse, the sound of gunfire echoed through the corridors, the danger escalating with each passing moment.

Adrenaline coursed through their veins as they exchanged gunfire with the assailants, each move calculated and precise. In the midst of the chaos, a shot rang out, and John's arm was suddenly seared with pain. He gritted his teeth, the pain fueling his determination to protect Y/N and see the mission through.

After a fierce battle, they managed to fend off the remaining threats. But as the adrenaline began to ebb away, the reality of the situation sunk in. John leaned against a wall, his breathing heavy, and Y/N quickly moved to his side, concern etched on their face.

"John, are you okay?" Y/N asked urgently, their worry evident in their voice.

John's jaw clenched, his arm still throbbing from the gunshot wound. "I'll be fine," he replied, his tone gruff as he tried to downplay the pain.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, their concern giving way to frustration. "No, you won't be fine if you ignore this."

John's brow furrowed, surprised by the sudden edge in Y/N's voice. "I've had worse."

Y/N's frustration boiled over, their eyes flashing with anger. "That doesn't mean you should brush it off. You could have been seriously hurt!"

John's jaw tightened, but before he could respond, Y/N was in full lecture mode, their words a torrent of emotion and concern. "You're not invincible, John. You can't keep taking risks like this without consequences. We're a team, and we need you. I need you to be careful!"

John listened, his surprise giving way to a mixture of admiration and realization. Y/N's fiery determination to keep him safe was a testament to their care for him. But words were not enough to quell their concern. He needed to find a way to reassure them.

Without warning, he reached out and cupped Y/N's face in his hands, their eyes locking onto each other. Their words faded into silence as the intensity of the moment settled between them. Y/N's breath caught, their anger and frustration momentarily forgotten, replaced by a sense of vulnerability.

John's gaze softened, his voice gentle as he spoke. "I know you're worried, Y/N. And you're right, I should be more careful. But I also know that we make each other stronger."

Y/N's heart raced, their gaze locked onto John's, their frustration now mixed with a swirl of emotions they couldn't quite define.

John's thumb brushed over Y/N's cheek, his fingers warm against their skin. "We're a team, and I value your concern. But sometimes, we need to trust each other."

Y/N's voice wavered, their frustration melting away as they looked into John's eyes. "I do trust you."

In that moment, the air between them shifted, their unspoken connection reaching a new level of intimacy. John's gaze dropped to Y/N's lips, his own breath quickening. And then, with a blend of certainty and longing, he leaned in, capturing their lips in a kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as their lips met, a tender and passionate exchange that carried the weight of unspoken feelings. Y/N's initial surprise melted into a reciprocated desire, and they closed their eyes, allowing themselves to be swept away by the intensity of the moment.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths were mingled, their foreheads resting against each other's. John's voice was a mere whisper. "I promise to be more careful, Y/N."

Y/N's heart fluttered, and they opened their eyes, their gaze locking onto John's with newfound clarity and emotion. "And I promise to keep reminding you."

With a shared smile, they knew that their bond had grown stronger in the face of danger, their feelings now laid bare between them. The gunshot wound was a reminder of their vulnerability, but the kiss was a promise of their resilience—together.

A Messy Christmas Surprise

alright so i'm making little christmas drabbles for Dean, Sam, Jack, Cas, and Rowena! for all of the Dean lovers out there, here is a special little treat!

Dean Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used!!

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.

A Messy Christmas Surprise

The bunker was adorned with twinkling lights, and the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air as Dean and you gathered ingredients for your Christmas baking extravaganza. Sam had headed out on a solo hunt, leaving you and Dean to tackle the holiday treats together.

As you worked side by side, measuring flour and cracking eggs, the atmosphere was festive and filled with laughter. Christmas music played softly in the background, creating the perfect backdrop for your baking escapade.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Dean slyly reached over and cracked an egg on your head, leaving you stunned and dripping with gooey egg whites. "Dean!" you exclaimed, wiping the egg off your face. He burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by his impromptu prank.

"Oh, that's payback for all those times you beat me at poker," Dean chuckled, still laughing at his own cleverness.

You shot him a playful glare before concocting a plan for retaliation. Grabbing a handful of flour, you tossed it at Dean, coating him in a powdery white cloud. He blinked, momentarily taken aback, before breaking into a grin.

"You asked for it!" you declared, holding back giggles. Dean mock-growled, attempting to feign anger but failing miserably as he burst into laughter once again.

The flour-covered kitchen now looked like a battleground of holiday chaos, but you were both having the time of your lives. However, Dean had one more surprise up his sleeve. With a swift motion, he scooped you up over his shoulder, causing you to squeal with surprise.

"Dean Winchester, put me down!" you laughed, lightly smacking his back.

"Nah, you've got flour on your hands. Can't risk you retaliating again," Dean teased, carrying you around the kitchen as you continued to protest.

Just as the two of you were lost in your playful banter, the bunker door swung open. Sam, covered in dried blood, walked in with a tired yet satisfied expression. He took in the scene before him – the messy kitchen, the flour-covered couple, and the unmistakable sound of laughter.

"Am I interrupting something?" Sam asked, a bemused smile playing on his lips.

Dean, still holding you over his shoulder, looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Just a little Christmas baking surprise, Sammy."

You grinned, feeling the warmth of the holiday season and the joy of being surrounded by family, even in the midst of floury chaos. As Sam chuckled at the sight before him, Dean gently set you down, and the three of you shared a laughter-filled Christmas moment in the bunker.

Thank you!!

Oh my god, thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my John Reese x Reader stories,. It means so much to me!

there's still one more part!!! i'm also in denial too :,(

A Wolverine's Heartache - Part II

Part I

Logan/James Howlett x Reader

She/Her Pronouns

Summary: The Sentinel battle takes a turn for the worst causing Logan to lose someone dear to him.

Before the Sentinels descended upon them, there had been a quiet undercurrent of tension between Logan and Y/N, an unspoken dynamic that lingered beneath the surface of their friendship. The Xavier Institute, a haven for mutants, had become a place where emotions and connections were heightened, but not always openly acknowledged.

Logan and Y/N had shared moments of camaraderie, their friendship deepening over time. Yet, a subtle dance of longing and hesitation played out between them, unnoticed by others but felt in the quiet glances and stolen smiles. Each held a key to the other's heart, but the lock remained unturned.

In the tranquil moments before the storm, Y/N often found herself stealing glances at Logan, a flutter of uncertainty in her chest. She admired his strength, both physical and emotional, and valued the camaraderie they shared. Yet, there was an unspoken desire for something more, a connection that hovered in the uncharted territory between friendship and something deeper.

Logan, too, grappled with his own conflicting emotions. He had always been a lone wolf, accustomed to the solitude of his own thoughts. However, Y/N's presence had become a soothing balm to his restless soul. There were times when he caught himself staring at her, a vulnerability in his gaze that betrayed the unspoken depths of his feelings.

Their interactions were laced with a delicate balance, a dance around unexplored territories. A brush of hands during training, a shared moment of laughter by the fireplace – each encounter left an indelible mark on their hearts, pushing them closer to a truth neither was ready to confront.

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The battle with the Sentinels unfolded in a crescendo of chaos and destruction. The ominous hum of their massive metal bodies echoed through the war-torn landscape as the mutants of the Xavier Institute rallied to fend off the relentless onslaught.

The sky crackled with energy as Storm unleashed her powers, attempting to create a barrier against the relentless advance of the towering machines. Colossus, his metallic form glinting in the harsh light, clashed with the Sentinels in a display of brute strength. Cyclops fired optic blasts with precision, desperately trying to hold the line.

Amidst the chaos, Logan moved like a feral blur, his adamantium claws slicing through the mechanical monstrosities with unmatched ferocity. The air was filled with the acrid scent of burning metal and the distant cries of mutants in peril.

Y/N fought valiantly alongside the team, her powers contributing to the defense, but the fear of being overshadowed by the more powerful mutants gnawed at her. In the midst of the mayhem, she kept glancing towards Logan, seeking reassurance, but his attention was consumed by the battle.

As the Sentinels closed in, a momentary distraction led to a tragic turn of events. Y/N found herself isolated for a brief second, and in that moment of vulnerability, a Sentinel seized the opportunity. A deafening scream pierced the air as Y/N was ensnared in its metallic grip.

Logan, several yards away, sensed the danger too late. His instincts kicked in, and he sprinted towards Y/N with an urgency that defied the chaos around him. With a primal roar, he lunged at the Sentinel, claws slashing through its armored exterior. The metallic giant released its grip, but the damage was done.

Time seemed to slow as Y/N crumpled to the ground, Logan catching her in his arms. The battle raged on, but in that harrowing moment, everything faded into the background. Logan's heart pounded as he held Y/N, the world collapsing around them as her life slipped away.

Logan's world shattered as he held Y/N's lifeless form in his arms. Time seemed to freeze, and the chaos of the battle faded into a distant murmur. The weight of grief pressed down on him like an unrelenting force, threatening to consume him whole.

In that agonizing moment, Logan's senses, normally keen and alert, dulled to the outside world. The smell of burning metal, the distant clashes of mutant powers, and the acrid taste of despair in the air became distant echoes. All that remained was the profound silence that accompanied Y/N's departure from the living.

Logan's heart, usually a steady rhythm amidst the storm, now pounded with a raw, aching intensity. His hands trembled as he cradled Y/N's lifeless body, unable to comprehend the reality of her absence. The world around him blurred, and tears – a rare expression of vulnerability – welled up in his eyes.

Regret and guilt gnawed at Logan's soul. If only he had been quicker, more vigilant. If only he had protected her better. The weight of responsibility bore down on him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed the one person who had silently meant more to him than he had ever admitted.

A guttural, primal scream tore from Logan's throat, reverberating through the battlefield. It was a scream of anguish, of a grief so profound that it echoed the depths of his soul. In that moment, the Wolverine, known for his stoic demeanor and unyielding strength, crumbled under the weight of loss.

As Logan clung to Y/N's lifeless body, the reality of her absence sank in, leaving him stranded in a sea of sorrow. The battlefield continued to rage around him, but in his world, everything had come to a standstill. The connection he had shared with Y/N, the unspoken bond that had grown between them, was now a painful void that threatened to engulf him entirely.

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ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! this made my heart break :,( i just wanna give him a real big hug now

Misletoe Moments

what?! there's more?!

Jack Kline x Reaer

No Pronouns used!!

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.

Mistletoe Moments

The bunker was adorned with festive lights, stockings hung with care, and a towering Christmas tree that nearly brushed the ceiling. The Winchester brothers had spared no effort in transforming their home into a winter wonderland, complete with the scent of cinnamon and the warmth of a crackling fire.

Amidst the holiday cheer, Jack Kline, the Nephilim with a heart as pure as snow, marveled at the decorations. His eyes widened with childlike wonder as he took in the twinkling lights and the delicate ornaments that adorned the tree.

You, the reader, had been helping with the decorations, sharing laughter and stories as you worked alongside Sam and Dean. Jack couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of your smile. There was something about the holiday spirit that made everything seem brighter, especially when you were around.

One day, as Jack wandered through the bunker, he noticed a small sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway to the kitchen. Curiosity filled his eyes as he recalled the tales of holiday traditions he had heard from the Winchesters.

"Mistletoe," he mused to himself, the word rolling off his tongue with fascination.

Unbeknownst to Jack, you had caught wind of his musings. With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you decided to take matters into your own hands. It was Christmas, after all, and a little bit of festive magic never hurt anyone.

Later that evening, the bunker was alive with the sound of laughter and the aroma of holiday feasts. The three of you gathered around the table, sharing stories and savoring the warmth of the season.

As Jack reached for a plate, you subtly nudged him, directing his attention to the mistletoe above the doorway. A playful smile danced on your lips, and Jack's confusion turned into realization.

"Oh, mistletoe," he said, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I've read that standing under it means… well, it means something."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It's a Christmas tradition. If two people find themselves beneath the mistletoe, they're supposed to share a kiss."

Jack's eyes widened, his gaze flickering between you and the mistletoe. There was a moment of hesitation, but then a soft smile spread across his face. The warmth of the holiday season seemed to intensify as he took a step closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

Underneath the mistletoe, surrounded by the laughter of friends and the glow of Christmas lights, Jack Kline shared a sweet, magical kiss with you—a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of this special holiday season.

And so, in the bunker filled with love, laughter, and a touch of celestial magic, Christmas became more than just a celebration of tradition. It became a time of unexpected joy and the beginning of something beautiful for Jack and you.

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he deserves the world. no, scratch that, he deserves the universe!

Enchanting Christmas

i love this Scottish woman so much

Rowena MacLeod x Reader

No Pronouns used!!

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.

Enchanting Christmas

The snow fell gently outside the bunker, creating a serene winter wonderland. The scent of pine and the soft glow of Christmas lights filled the air. Rowena, the powerful and enchanting witch, had decided to join the Winchesters for the holiday season, and you couldn't have been more thrilled.

As the three of you gathered around the roaring fireplace, sipping hot cocoa, Rowena couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with joy. She had always been drawn to your warmth and kindness, and Christmas seemed to amplify those qualities.

One evening, Rowena approached you as you admired the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. "Y/N, darling, may I have a word?" she purred, her Scottish accent weaving a magical spell.

You turned to face her, a smile gracing your lips. "Of course, Rowena. What's on your mind?"

Rowena took your hand and led you to a cozy corner of the bunker, away from prying eyes. There, surrounded by the soft glow of candles, she cast a subtle enchantment to make the moment even more magical.

"Y/N, I must admit, this Christmas season has brought out a side of me I never thought I'd embrace," Rowena confessed, her eyes softening.

You looked at her with curiosity, feeling the genuine vulnerability beneath her powerful exterior.

"Spending time with you, the Winchesters, and the festive spirit has awakened something within me," Rowena continued, her hand tracing patterns on yours. "I find myself drawn to the warmth you exude, the joy you bring to those around you."

A blush tinted your cheeks as you met Rowena's gaze. "I feel the same way, Rowena. Christmas wouldn't be the same without you."

Rowena leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft and lingering kiss. It felt like a spell, a magical connection that transcended the ordinary. The enchantment deepened, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of holiday magic.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you and Rowena shared a quiet moment, savoring the magic of Christmas and the unexpected warmth of love that had blossomed between you.

As you pulled away, Rowena whispered against your ear, "Merry Christmas, my darling. May this holiday be as enchanting as you are."

And with that, you both returned to the festivities, hand in hand, ready to celebrate a Christmas filled with magic, love, and the unexpected joy of newfound connections.

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AHHHH i just want to marry her so bad!!!