A Wolverine's Heartache - Part II

Reluctant Guardian

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.

Reluctant Guardian

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.

If you disliked Ethan’s (crankgameplays) new video or are mad that he’s taking a break...

✨I hope you step on a lego in the middle of the night and someone hacks your Netflix account✨

i saw your post about request! i was wondering if you could could some hurt/comfort with din djarin? (unless you don’t write for him i wasn’t sure on your pinned post)

maybe he’s just cold towards her and she finally has enough and says to drop her off on their next destination. and he freaks out a little bit. or whatever you like!

omg! yessssss!! i love Din Djarin with all my heart lol

i would absolutely love to write for Din! i do write for him, i just haven't posted any of my drafts on him. that's such a Din thing to do though!

thank you so much for the request lovely <3

Masterlist of Masterlists

Detriot: Become Human

Person of Interest

Vampire Diaries

Marvel

Supernatural

Star Wars

Sherlock

My Christmas Masterlist

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)

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.

Christmas Masterlist

A Messy Christmas Surprise:

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.

Christmas Tides:

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.

Heavenly Christmas:

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.

Mistletoe Moments:

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.

Enchanting Christmas:

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.

The Grinchy Christmas Surprise:

Logan/James Howlett x Reader

Summary: Y/N buys a gift for Logan, but he isn't too keen on receiving it.

Hello! i know its been about two months or so. starting up a new year of university was a quite a bit for me, like all my other years of school. i wanted to come back on here to tell you guys i'm back!! i'm hoping to write a few stories so please send in your requests!!

Shy Hearts Entwined

John Reese x Reader... again

they/them pronouns used

summary: In the bustling city, John Reese and Y/N are on an undercover mission, posing as a couple at a high-profile event to gather information on a criminal operation. Y/N's shyness around John is noticeable, despite their usual confidence. As the night progresses, their connection grows, and amidst the glamorous facade, their hearts race when their fingers brush or their eyes meet. On a balcony overlooking the city lights, John reassures Y/N that they don't need to be nervous around him. Their vulnerability deepens their bond, and they admit their feelings. The story culminates in the quiet of the library, where they hold hands, and John confesses his feelings, marking the start of a new chapter filled with romance and love.

Shy Hearts Entwined

In the bustling heart of the city, where danger and secrets lurked around every corner, John Reese and Y/N found themselves in yet another mission. The evening was awash with city lights as they posed as a couple attending a high-profile event, their goal to gather information on a suspected criminal operation.

Y/N had always been an enigma to John—a capable analyst and an invaluable member of the team, yet their demeanor around him was a stark contrast to their usual confidence. As the night progressed, John couldn't help but notice Y/N's unease whenever their eyes met or their hands brushed accidentally.

The ballroom was adorned with elegant decorations, a stark contrast to the underbelly of crime they were investigating. Y/N's pulse quickened as they navigated the crowd with John by their side, his presence both calming and exhilarating.

"Remember, we're a couple attending this event," John whispered, his voice low and reassuring as they mingled.

Y/N nodded, their heart racing not just from the mission but from the proximity of John's presence. "Got it."

As the night wore on, they exchanged whispered conversations, gathered intel, and maintained their charade flawlessly. But amidst the glamorous facade, Y/N's shyness continued to dance around them, evident in the way their gaze flitted away whenever John looked their way.

At a quiet moment, away from prying eyes, John's hand brushed against Y/N's arm, sending a tingle of warmth through them. "You're doing great," he murmured, his voice tinged with sincerity.

Y/N's lips curved into a shy smile. "Thanks, John. Your reassurance means a lot."

As the mission progressed, they found themselves stepping closer to each other, their roles as a couple intertwining with the genuine connection growing between them. The intensity of the mission was mirrored in the way their hearts raced whenever their fingers brushed or their eyes locked in unspoken understanding.

Later in the evening, as they stood on a balcony overlooking the city lights, John turned to Y/N with a smile that held a hint of vulnerability. "You know, you don't have to be so nervous around me."

Y/N's cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink, and they averted their gaze for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "I can't help it. You're… you."

John chuckled softly, his fingers grazing Y/N's hand as he took a step closer. "And who am I?"

Y/N's heart pounded in their chest, and their voice was barely above a whisper. "You're the strong, silent type. The one who faces danger without flinching. It's intimidating."

John's expression softened, his thumb caressing the back of Y/N's hand in a soothing gesture. "I'm just a person, Y/N. And you're not alone in feeling this way."

The vulnerability in his gaze matched the vulnerability in Y/N's heart. In that moment, the connection between them deepened, their unspoken feelings simmering beneath the surface.

"Maybe it's not just about being nervous," Y/N admitted, their voice gaining strength. "It's about wanting to make a good impression, to matter to you."

John's gaze held a warmth that sent Y/N's heart fluttering. "You matter, Y/N. You always have."

As the night came to a close and the mission concluded, they found themselves in the quiet of the library, the mission's intensity fading away. John's hand found Y/N's, their fingers intertwining with a newfound tenderness.

"Tonight was quite the adventure," John said softly, his gaze fixed on Y/N.

Y/N smiled, their shyness giving way to a sense of intimacy they hadn't felt before. "And it was made better by having you by my side."

John's smile was as genuine as it was rare, his gaze unwavering. "Y/N, there's something I've wanted to say."

Y/N's heart raced as they met his gaze, anticipation and hope mingling in their eyes. "What is it?"

John's thumb brushed over Y/N's knuckles, his voice carrying a depth of emotion that took their breath away. "I've come to care for you, more than I ever thought I would."

In that moment, as their hands remained entwined, their hearts found the courage to embrace the undeniable connection that had been growing between them. The city outside was quiet, but within the library walls, a new chapter of their story was just beginning—one filled with romance, vulnerability, and a love that blossomed in the most unexpected of places.

i love this. i love this just a bit too much lol

You hug solider boy

Solider boy: what in the actual fuck was that?

You: affection

Soldier boy: disgusting.

You: …

Soldier boy: …

Soldier boy: do it again.

Frank Iero x reader

gender neutral

era: current cause i love his new hair

warnings: i think there might be swears, frank being the little shit he is

“Frank!” Y/N yelled as they walked through the front door.

“In the bathroom, babe!” Y/N heard Frank yell from up the stairs. They took off their jacket and walked to Frank.

“What the fuck are you-“ Y/N eyes went wide when they saw their partner cutting his hair. “Are you trying to do reverse revenge..?” Frank giggled and looked at Y/N.

“I was bored.” He shrugged and looked back into the mirror, continuing to cut his recently dyed hair. “I’m making a video for my Instagram, wanna say hi to the camera?” Y/N jumped in front of the phone and waved.

“Hi to the camera!” They giggled and hugged Frank. He smiled and licked Y/N cheek. “What the fuck, you rat!” They both giggled.

“How dare you call me a rat, you mother fucker!”

“Mother fucker is right! You should ask your mum if she can walk!” Frank laughed and hit Y/N in the shoulder. They just smiled into the camera, then turned back to Frank. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Chinese?” He looked at Y/N with puppy dog eyes.

“Chinese it is!”