The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

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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

The Bed Argument - Part II

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 Bed Argument - Part II

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.

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

Everyone who reblogs this is gay.

no bc i cried so much during this scene

I am Loki of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose.

Close Call

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.

Close Call

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.

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.

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.

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!

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!