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Coding Connection: A Partnership in the Shadows

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.

Coding Connection: A Partnership in the Shadows

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!

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.

A Hearts Misunderstanding

Loki x Reader

They/Them pronouns

Takes place right before Thor: Ragnarok

Summary:The reader, accompanied by their best friend Thor, visits the grand realm of Asgard. Little do they know, Loki, the enigmatic prince of Asgard, has always had a not-so-secret crush on the reader, who had been rather rude to him in the past. As Thor shows the reader around and makes them laugh, Loki's jealousy reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated argument. In a burst of anger, Loki confesses his feelings, leaving the reader surprised and speechless.

After a moment of silence, the reader kisses Loki and admits their love for him, sealing the beginning of a budding romance. Thor, always the good-natured mediator, playfully remarks on the young love, taking credit for bringing them together.

A Hearts Misunderstanding

You stood in awe as Thor guided you through the grandeur of Asgard, its magnificent palace towering above you, every corner adorned with exquisite craftsmanship. Thor had been a perfect host, sharing stories of Asgard's history, its people, and showing you the hidden gems of the realm.

You couldn't help but laugh as Thor recounted one of his childhood misadventures, and as you did, you noticed a certain someone lurking nearby. Loki, the ever-elusive prince of Asgard, had always had a mysterious air about him, and you had never really been close. In fact, you'd been rather rude to him on several occasions, unknowingly hurting his feelings.

As Thor's laughter echoed through the halls, Loki couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep within him. He had harbored a not-so-secret secret crush on you for quite some time, but he assumed you held nothing but disdain for him. Your closeness with his brother only fueled the fire of his insecurity.

Loki's patience wore thin, and his emotions got the best of him. He interrupted your merriment with Thor, snapping, "Must we continue with this incessant laughter and endless tales, Thor? There's more to Asgard than your futile anecdotes."

Your laughter ceased, and you turned to Loki, your eyes flashing with annoyance. "Loki, if you're so uninterested, then why don't you just leave?" you retorted sharply.

Thor, sensing the growing tension, stepped in to mediate. "Come on, you two, no need for this."

But Loki, consumed by his jealousy, couldn't be dissuaded. "Maybe I will," he spat, storming off with a heavy heart.

Your anger flared. "What's his problem, Thor?" you questioned, hurt and anger bubbling inside you.

Thor sighed, a mix of frustration and sympathy in his eyes. "He's got his demons, Y/N. I'll go talk to him."

You nodded and watched Thor go, trying to make sense of the sudden conflict. Moments later, Loki and Thor returned, but the tension still hung in the air like a thick cloud.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Loki suddenly burst out, "You think you're so clever, Y/N, playing these games with Thor, laughing at his jokes, and pretending you don't see me, but I see you! I've always seen you."

You were taken aback by his outburst, your eyes widening in surprise. Loki's expression had shifted from anger to a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability.

"Say something, anything," he implored, his voice trembling.

You were at a loss for words. The revelation left you unusually quiet. Uncertain of how to respond, you tentatively reached out, your hands resting on his cheeks, and you kissed him softly.

"I love you, Loki," you whispered, your forehead pressing against his. The weight of your unspoken feelings finally lifted.

Loki's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and elation dancing in them. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he murmured, "I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

Just when you thought the moment couldn't get any more perfect, Thor, with his ever-endearing sense of timing, appeared beside you. "Ah, young love," he quipped, a mischievous grin on his face. "I knew this tour was a good idea."

You and Loki couldn't help but chuckle, your hands still entwined as you shared a knowing glance. Despite the rocky start, Asgard had become the backdrop for the beginning of something beautiful between you and Loki, and Thor was more than happy to take the credit for his part in bringing you two together.

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i hope you guys had as much fun reading this as i did writing this!

Everyone who reblogs this is gay.

Supernatural Masterlist

Dean Winchester

Heartbeat Symphony:

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.

A Messy Christmas Surprise:

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

Christmas Tides:

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.

Reluctant Guardian:

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

Castiel Novak

Angelic Apologies:

Summary: When a routine day in the bunker takes an unexpected turn, the reader accidentally punches Castiel in the face. Filled with guilt, apologies pour forth, only to be silenced by a surprising and passionate kiss from the celestial being. As the reader hesitates and pulls away, Castiel delivers a romantic yet slightly creepy declaration, showcasing his unique understanding of human interactions.

Heavenly Christmas:

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.

Rowena MacLeod

Enchanting Christmas:

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.

Jack Kline

Mistletoe Moments:

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.

Heavenly Christmas

another present for you? 👀

Castiel Novak x Reader

No Pronouns used!!

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.

Heavenly Christmas

It was Christmas Eve, and the bunker was adorned with twinkling lights and the scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. You were busy decorating the Christmas tree with Sam and Dean, the festive atmosphere filling your heart with warmth.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of fluttering wings echoed through the room, and there stood Castiel, his trench coat slightly dusted with snow. He looked at the tree with curiosity, his blue eyes reflecting the lights.

"What is the purpose of this tree?" Castiel asked, his voice as serious as ever.

You chuckled, handing him a string of lights. "It's a Christmas tree, Cas. It's a tradition. People decorate it to celebrate the holiday season."

Castiel examined the lights in his hands, then glanced at you. "I am not familiar with Christmas traditions. How does one properly celebrate?"

Sam grinned. "Well, we exchange gifts, have a big feast, and spend time with loved ones. And tomorrow, we'll open presents under the tree."

Castiel nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I would like to participate in this celebration."

As the night progressed, the four of you decorated the tree together, sharing stories and laughter. Castiel listened intently, absorbing the concept of Christmas with genuine interest.

Later, you all gathered around the fireplace, enjoying the warmth it provided. Castiel sat next to you, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames.

"Hey, Cas," you said, handing him a beautifully wrapped box. "Merry Christmas."

Castiel took the gift, examining it carefully. With a nod, he began to unwrap it, revealing a cozy scarf.

"I noticed you don't get cold, but I thought it might be a nice addition to your wardrobe," you explained.

Castiel smiled, a rare expression that lit up the room. "Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate the sentiment."

The evening continued with laughter, music, and shared moments that made it a truly magical Christmas. As the clock struck midnight, you found yourself under the mistletoe with Castiel.

He looked at the plant curiously, then back at you. "What is the significance of this?"

"It's a tradition," you replied, smiling. "If two people stand under the mistletoe, they have to kiss."

Castiel nodded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was a soft, sweet moment that seemed to pause time, creating a memory you would cherish for Christmases to come.

In that moment, surrounded by friends and love, you couldn't help but feel that this Christmas was truly heavenly.

And so, in the warmth of the bunker, with snow falling gently outside, you celebrated a Christmas that would forever be etched in your heart, filled with love, laughter, and the unexpected joy of sharing traditions with an angel named Castiel.

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i swear if anyone hurts this angel, everyone near me will be dead

Frank Iero x reader

gender neutral

era: Revenge

warning: frank being fluffy (if that’s even a warning), there is a little talk about storms

requested: no

It’s kinda short, sorry bout that 👺👺

It was a rainy and stormy night and Y/N was staring out the window. They didn’t hear the jingle of keys nor the door opening. Frank was at the studio, but Gerard had told him that he could go see Y/N. As Frank had walked into through the door, he was about to call for Y/N but saw them sitting on the windowsill. He saw the little shudder of their shoulders and snatched the blanket off the couch.

“Here,” He laid the soft cover over their shoulders and hugged them “how was your day?” Y/N shrugged.

“I’m tired...” They yawned and curled into the short man.

“Let’s get you to bed then.” Frank then picked up Y/N bridal style and walked up the stairs into their shared room.

“Frankie?” Y/N whispered. He hummed in response and smiled, looking at his partner. “How was your day? I wanna know.” Y/N smiled at their boyfriend and kissed his cheek. As Frank lied them down, he chuckled.

“It was wonderful. We finished recording Prison today. I’d say we did a good job.” He lied down next to Y/N and hugged them once again.

“That’s good...” Y/N sighed and hugged Frank back. “I’m gonna sleep now.” Frank chuckled as this response and closed his eyes, pulling the covers over the two of them.

HELP

Please give me requests, i don’t know what to write about! HELP

John Reese Having A Crush On You Would Include...

John's normally stoic demeanor softening whenever he's around you.

He would pay extra attention to your safety and well-being, often discreetly watching over you from a distance.

Unexpected acts of kindness, like bringing you coffee or your favorite snack without you even asking.

John becoming more protective, both in terms of physical safety and emotional support.

Subtle but frequent eye contact that lingers just a little longer than necessary.

Finding excuses to spend time with you, whether it's helping you with a task or just striking up conversations.

He would go on a mission just so he could be around you.

John being a great listener, always eager to hear what you have to say and remembering even the smallest details of your conversations.

His body language betraying his feelings, with nervous gestures like running a hand through his hair or fidgeting when he's near you.

John making an effort to learn more about your interests and hobbies, even if they're not his own.

A touch of jealousy when he sees you with other people, though he'd try to hide it.

Subtle compliments and praises, often given in a low, genuine tone.

A willingness to open up and share more about his own life and past with you.

John's undying loyalty and dedication to keeping you safe, no matter what.

Man's would kill for you, literally.

Someone touches you? Dead. Someone looks at you? Dead. Hotel? Trivago.

But in all seriousness, John would start a bar fight just because another man touched you.

The lingering looks this man would give you when you're not looking.

He's literally to die for ;-;

Ethan Nestor x reader

gender neutral

era: current...???

warning: mark being a little suggestive, i don’t like there’s swears but maybe, ethan being fluff

“Hey, babe?” Ethan called out into the small, but cozy, house. All he got was a weird noise, maybe a snort, coming from the living room. He walked into the room to see Y/N laughing at Spencer as he was rolling around on the carpet. They looked at Ethan when they a chuckle.

“Hi Eef!” Y/N had jumped up from the floor and hugged the brunette. Ethan giggles and embraced them.

“Me and Mark are starting a live stream, do you want to join?” As a response, Y/N ran into the kitchen, grabbing as many snacks as they could carry.

“Are you coming?” Y/N called back at Ethan who was standing, shaking his head at his partner with a smile on his face.

“Yup!” He jogged towards his little ‘gaming room’ where he has his PC set up.

“Dude, where were you- OH HI Y/N!!” Mark waved and smiled at the giggling person walking into the room. Y/N waved back and hugged the camera as Mark was at his own house.

“I was getting asking Y/N if they wanted to join.” Ethan pulled a chair out for Y/N and the chat exploded with comments about it.

“Ethan! Look! They loves you.” Mark made a dreaming look on his face, poking fun at the couple.

“I know they love Ethan, but they like me so much more.” Y/N replied sassily. The three of them laughed at the little joke while the chat agreed with them.

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After a while of playing Phasmaphobia together, Y/N had quit to watch the two man-children scream at the small scares on the screen.

“NO NO! ETHAN, SHE KILLED ME!!” Mark screamed as the ghost had covered his screen with her hands. Both Ethan and Y/N had laughed at his behaviour. “Hey! That’s not nice.”

“Well, your not nice!” Y/N poked their tongue out at the man. Ethan laughed again and laid his head on their shoulder.

“Ew! Stop making love in front of these poor children!” Mark screamed, once again, and covered his eyes jokingly. Ethan was red in the face and Y/N was making suggestive faces towards the camera.

“We- I- We weren’t-“ Ethan was stumbling over his own words as Y/N and Mark laughed at his adorable behaviour.