Ethan Nestor X Reader

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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.

Person of Interest Masterlist

John Reese

Healing Hearts Under Fire:

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.

Shy Hearts Entwined:

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.

Undercover Hearts:

Y/N and John are going undercover for a mission and things go side ways. Y/N ends up getting hurt and John helps them, although he is upset about it. While lecturing Y/N, he accidentally let's his thoughts slip.

Shadows of Justice: A Connection Unveiled:

{currently writing}

John Reese Having A Crush On You Would Include

Dating John Reese Would Include

Harold Finch

Coding Connection: A Partnership in the Shadows:

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.

Sameen Shaw

Unspoken Connection:

Summary: In the bustling world of espionage and intrigue, a chance encounter sparks an unspoken connection between the enigmatic Sameen Shaw and an unsuspecting reader. As they navigate the complexities of their dangerous profession, they find solace in each other's presence and discover a bond that transcends words. "Unspoken Connection" explores the unspoken understanding between two individuals drawn together by fate in a world filled with secrets and uncertainty.

Root

Close Call:

Summary: after a high-stakes mission, the reader becomes angry at Root for not taking better care of herself when they discover 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.

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!”

Beskar Hearts

hiii!! i'm so sorry for taking so long to write this request :(

Din Djarin x fem!Reader

She/her pronouns used!

Anon request :)

Summary: After a long and grueling bounty hunt, the reader tries to engage Din Djarin in conversation, only to be met with coldness. Frustrated and hurt, the reader demands to be dropped off at the next destination. Din, realizing the gravity of his actions, begins to reveal his true feelings for her. Meanwhile, Grogu plays a pivotal role in bringing them closer together.

Beskar Hearts

The Razor Crest was a sanctuary of silence and shadows, the only sound being the hum of the ship's engines. You sat in the cockpit, eyes glancing out into the abyss of space. Din was seated beside you, his helmet obscuring his face as usual. The mission had been taxing, physically and mentally, and you had hoped for some comfort, some connection, but Din had been distant.

You took a deep breath, deciding to try once more. “It was a tough mission, huh? That last target almost got the jump on us.”

Din grunted in response, his fingers tapping away at the console. You frowned, the ache of isolation settling deeper into your bones. “Din, talk to me. We’ve been through so much together. Why are you shutting me out?”

He didn’t even turn his head. “I’m busy.”

Frustration bubbled up within you. “Busy? Busy ignoring me? We’re partners, Din. Or at least, I thought we were.”

His shoulders tensed, but he said nothing. The silence was deafening, a chasm opening between you. You stood, unable to contain your anger and hurt any longer. “If this is how it’s going to be, just drop me off at the next planet. I can’t keep doing this.”

Din’s head snapped towards you, surprise evident even through the helmet. “What?”

“You heard me,” you said, voice trembling. “I’m done.”

You stormed out of the cockpit, retreating to your quarters. Tears stung your eyes as you collapsed onto the small bed, emotions swirling. You had given so much, endured so much, and now it felt like you were nothing more than an unwanted burden.

Din sat frozen in the cockpit, your words echoing in his mind. He hadn’t meant to be cold, hadn’t realized how deeply his silence had cut you. The weight of his armor felt heavier, the confines of his helmet suffocating. He stared at the closed door you had walked through, heart pounding.

He had always been careful, always kept people at a distance. It was safer that way. But you had slipped through his defenses, had become someone he couldn’t imagine being without. The thought of you leaving was like a punch to the gut.

A soft cooing sound drew his attention. Grogu, the small green child who had become a part of their unconventional family, toddled into the cockpit, looking up at Din with wide, curious eyes. Grogu reached out with his tiny hand, patting Din’s leg as if sensing his turmoil.

Din knelt down, placing a gentle hand on Grogu’s head. “She’s upset,” he murmured. Grogu tilted his head, his large eyes seeming to understand more than a child should.

“I have to make this right,” Din said, more to himself than to Grogu. He stood, determination coursing through him. He made his way to your quarters, Grogu following close behind. Hesitating only for a moment, Din knocked. “Can I come in?”

There was no response. He took a deep breath and entered, finding you sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes red-rimmed. Grogu waddled over to you, climbing onto the bed and curling up beside you, his presence a small comfort.

“I’m sorry,” Din said, the words awkward and heavy. “I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you.”

You looked up at him, pain and anger in your gaze. “Sorry isn’t enough, Din. I can’t keep being treated like I don’t matter.”

“You do matter,” he said, voice softer. “More than you know.”

He stepped closer, though he kept his helmet on, the visor hiding his eyes. “I’m not good at this,” he admitted. “At talking, at… feelings. But you’re important to me. More important than anyone else has been.”

You blinked, surprised at the vulnerability in his voice. “Then why push me away?”

“Because I’m scared,” he said simply. “I’m scared of losing you, of getting too close and then losing everything. It’s easier to push you away than to face that fear.”

Tears welled up again, but this time they were different. You stood, closing the distance between you. “You won’t lose me, Din. But you have to let me in. We’re a team, remember?”

He nodded, reaching out to cup your cheek with his gloved hand. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I’ll try to be better. I don’t want you to leave.”

You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand grounding you. “I don’t want to leave. I just want to know that I matter to you.”

“You do,” he whispered, pulling you into a tender embrace. “You matter more than anything.”

Grogu cooed softly, nuzzling against you, his innocent presence a balm to both your wounded hearts. In that moment, the walls between you crumbled, and you found solace in each other’s arms. The journey ahead would still be fraught with challenges, but now, you knew you wouldn’t face them alone. Together, with Grogu by your side, you were stronger, and together, you would find your way.

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again, i apologize for having this so late!! thank you so much for the request as well, it really helps getting the creative juices flowing lol. i hope you love this as much as i did writing it!

A Spell Gone Awry

someone requested a Stephen Strange x Reader but i accidentally deleted it so i can't tag them 😭 also, i love the work awry. js sounds cool. after i wrote this, my current obsession went from the mandalorian straight to a wizard so-

Stephen Strange x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: In "A Spell Gone Awry," the reader finds themselves at the Sanctum Sanctorum seeking help from Doctor Stephen Strange after a magical mishap. Despite Stephen's initial annoyance, he agrees to assist the reader in fixing the botched spell. As they work together, their relationship deepens, and the initial annoyance transforms into affection. The story is a blend of magical mishaps, romance, and personal growth, culminating in a heartwarming moment that highlights the power of love and support in the face of challenges.

A Spell Gone Awry

You stood at the imposing entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment in your hand. The evening was crisp, and the mystical aura of the building sent shivers down your spine. You had messed up a spell—big time—and there was only one person who could help you now: Doctor Stephen Strange.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. The Sanctum's interior was as mysterious as its exterior, filled with ancient relics and books that seemed to whisper secrets from centuries past. You ventured further, the tapping of your shoes echoing through the vast hallways.

As you approached the library, you heard the faint rustling of pages and saw Stephen sitting at a table, engrossed in a tome of ancient spells. His distinctive crimson Cloak of Levitation hung nearby, seemingly keeping a watchful eye on you.

Clearing your throat nervously, you spoke up, "Stephen."

The Sorcerer Supreme looked up, his eyes narrowing as he saw you. "What brings you here, (Y/N)? Shouldn't you be resting after your last magical mishap?"

You winced, remembering the botched spell that had led you here. "I messed up, Stephen. Really messed up. I thought maybe you could help me fix it."

Stephen's annoyance was evident, and he sighed, closing the book before him. "You need to be more careful with your magic, (Y/N). You can't just waltz in here every time you make a mistake."

You lowered your head, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I know, Stephen, and I'm sorry. I'll try to be more careful, I promise."

Stephen's stern expression softened slightly, and he beckoned you closer. "Come here, then. Let me see what kind of mess you've made."

You approached him, handing him the crumpled parchment with the spell you'd attempted. Stephen examined it closely, his fingers tracing the lines and symbols you'd drawn. "This is quite the mess," he muttered under his breath.

Guilt gnawed at your stomach as you watched him work. You knew you should have been more cautious, especially since you were dating the Sorcerer Supreme. The fact that he was helping you despite his annoyance made you feel both grateful and even more embarrassed.

After what felt like an eternity, Stephen finally looked up from the parchment. "I can fix this, but it will take some time and concentration. And I expect you to assist me every step of the way."

You nodded eagerly, relieved that he was willing to help. "Of course, Stephen. I'll do whatever it takes."

As the hours passed, the two of you worked side by side, carefully unraveling the tangled magic you had inadvertently created. Stephen's annoyance gradually gave way to a shared sense of accomplishment as you made progress. He guided you with patience, explaining the intricacies of the spell and how to mend it.

The atmosphere in the library shifted from one of tension to one of intimacy. As you and Stephen worked together, your fingers occasionally brushed against each other, sending a spark of warmth through your veins. There was a sense of closeness and connection that only grew with each passing moment.

Eventually, the spell was restored to its proper form, and you couldn't help but smile with gratitude. "Thank you, Stephen. I couldn't have done it without you."

Stephen returned your smile, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. "You're welcome, (Y/N). Just remember to be more cautious next time."

You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling a rush of affection. "I will, I promise."

With the spell restored and your embarrassment gradually fading, you and Stephen retreated to a cozy corner of the library. You snuggled up to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close.

As the two of you sat there, surrounded by ancient tomes and the warmth of each other's presence, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Stephen's guidance and love. The initial annoyance had given way to a deep connection, and you knew that with him by your side, you could face any magical challenge that came your way.

With a contented sigh, you whispered, "I love you, Stephen."

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with affection. "I love you too, (Y/N). And I'll always be here to help you, no matter how many spells you mess up."

You closed your eyes, feeling safe and loved in his arms, and together, you drifted into a peaceful, magical slumber, knowing that the future held many more adventures—and plenty of fluffy moments—for the two of you.

The night passed in a peaceful embrace, and you awoke to the soft rays of morning light filtering through the library's windows. Stephen was still beside you, his steady presence a comforting reminder of the love you shared. You smiled at him, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

"I suppose we should get some rest now," Stephen whispered, his voice warm and tender.

You nodded, not wanting to let go of the moment just yet. "Just a little while longer."

With that, you nestled closer to Stephen, savoring the intimacy and love that had grown stronger through the night. The Sanctum Sanctorum may have been a place of magic and mysticism, but it was your love for each other that truly made it enchanting.

And as the two of you drifted back to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what challenges or spells awaited you in the future, you had the most powerful magic of all—love—to guide you through.

thanks to everyone who have reblogged and liked my Christmas stories! it means to much to me that people read, let alone like my stuff! much love to everyone and happy new year!

Angelic Apologies

i finally wrote for Cas!!!! i love this man so much 🤣😭

Castiel Novak x Reader

No pronouns used

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.

Angelic Apologies

In the dimly lit library of the bunker, you sat engrossed in a dusty tome, the weight of ancient knowledge pressing against your temples. The room was filled with a hushed quiet, the only sound being the faint rustle of pages and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. Little did you know, an unexpected visitor was about to disrupt your solitude.

Out of nowhere, a fluttering of wings announced Castiel's arrival. The air displaced, and with a soft whoosh, he stood behind you, his trench coat brushing against the floor. Unbeknownst to you, his piercing blue eyes studied the words on the pages before him. In the eerie silence, you sensed a presence and, acting purely on instinct, you whirled around and threw a punch.

Cas barely had time to register the surprise on his face before your fist connected with his nose. His head snapped back, and a low groan escaped his lips. "What the hell?" you exclaimed, only to realize that the celestial being you had just cold-cocked was none other than Castiel.

Panicking, you reached out to him, stammering an apology. "Cas, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to punch you. I thought you were… someone else?"

Cas straightened, holding his nose gingerly. "It's fine, [Y/N]. I understand that you were taken aback."

Your remorseful babbling continued, the words tumbling out like a waterfall of apologies. Cas, growing increasingly impatient, raised a hand to silence you. "Enough, [Y/N]. It's fine, really."

But you couldn't stop. "No, Cas, seriously, I feel awful. I can't believe I—"

In an unexpected turn of events, Cas cut you off, closing the distance between you and capturing your lips with his own. The suddenness of it left you breathless, and you could feel the warmth of his kiss melting away your worries. The apology lodged on your tongue was forgotten as the kiss deepened, your hands instinctively finding their way to Cas's coat.

When the kiss finally broke, you were left gasping for air, your eyes meeting Cas's intense gaze. His voice, calm but laced with a hint of something unfamiliar, spoke words that sent shivers down your spine. "You don't need to apologize, [Y/N]. In fact, I find your instincts rather endearing."

You blinked, the romantic sentiment juxtaposed with Cas's typical lack of understanding of human nuances. "Cas, that's… kind of creepy."

A small, bemused smile tugged at the corners of Cas's lips. "Is it? I've been observing human behavior, and I thought it might be an appropriate response."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Cas, you're a strange one."

His eyes softened as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. "Perhaps, but I am learning. And I believe that in this moment, my actions speak louder than words."

You couldn't help but smile, realizing that even an angel could be surprisingly charming in his own peculiar way.

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AHHHHH i'm so happy i finally wrote fro Cas lmaooo i just love him so much

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!

The Grinchy Christmas Surprise

we all know Logan would be a grinch during the holidays! also, i know this one is a bit short but i kinda rushed it-

Logan/James Howlett x Reader

No pronouns used!!

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

The Grinchy Christmas Surprise

Christmas morning at the X-Mansion was filled with festive decorations, laughter, and the scent of holiday treats wafting through the halls. However, Logan Howlett, known as Wolverine, wasn't a fan of the decorations. He grumbled to himself as he wandered through the festively adorned hallways, muttering about the unnecessary fuss.

Meanwhile, you had just woken up and decided to seek out Logan. Holding a nicely wrapped gift in your hand, you ventured through the mansion until you found him, scowling at a wreath hanging on the wall.

"Hey, Logan," you greeted, a soft smile on your face. "Merry Christmas."

"I told you not to get me anything," Logan grumbled without turning around, continuing his walk down the hallway.

You followed him, hurt by his dismissive tone. "Please, just take it. Whether you open it or not is up to you."

Hesitantly, Logan accepted the gift, looking down at it with a raised eyebrow.

"I know you said not to get you anything, but… no one else got you anything, and I didn't think it was fair," you explained, your voice quiet as you stared at the ground.

After a few moments of contemplation, Logan started tearing the paper. Your excitement grew as he unveiled a black leather jacket with two yellow stripes on each arm, reminiscent of his old one that he had lost a while back.

"I know you loved that jacket, so I—" you began, but Logan unexpectedly cut you off by hugging you. The shock quickly gave way to happiness as you hugged him back.

"You had to be the good one, huh?" Logan said, a rare warmth in his voice as he pulled away slightly.

"What can I say? It's my specialty," you joked, still hugging him with a large smile.

In the end, Logan couldn't resist your enthusiasm about the gift. As you continued excitedly talking about it, he kissed you, a way to shut you up but also an acknowledgment of the gratitude and affection he felt in that moment. The unexpected Christmas gift had managed to thaw the gruff exterior of Wolverine, leaving both of you with a holiday memory to cherish.

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i couldn't resist writing a christmas story for him!