Diverge

Summary: Life had always been hard for Y/N, but when her destiny is uprooted by Hydra, she calls out to be saved. And two Asgardians answer. Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader Word Count: 7665 Warnings: Angst, violence, mentions of drug abuse and torture/blood, language, fluff, implied smut, more fluff A/N: This was written for @tilltheendwilliwrite and her 7.7k Follower Celebration. Congrats on the milestone! My prompt was the quote, “Be careful with her. She is just newly back, and the ordeal has left terrible scars.” and it is in bold in the fic. I had originally posted another version of this back in mid-June, but I was not happy with how it came out. I took it down a few mins after posting it, and finally finished the rewrite yesterday. I am much more happy with it now, and I hope you all enjoy. It was beta’d by @saxxxology and @idjitmonkey​, gif made by me. :)

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Nobody ever wakes up knowing that their destiny will change and they’re going to die before their time.

Sometimes it’s quick—a gunshot, car crash, or some other kind of tragic accident. Other times, it’s slow—prolonged illness, accidents which maim and cause slow deterioration, or the worst one of all: the small percentage of people who end up truly knowing what torture is before their life is taken.

Y/N Y/L/N was one of those people.

A life as tragic as hers, one filled with confusion and anger, led her down paths she never would have travelled. A gift she developed late in her life, one which should have been a source of great power and understanding, manifested as a burden. It didn’t take long for her choices to catch up with her.

It began with alcohol, the burning liquid finally quieting the voices in her head enough to allow her to sleep. When her body adjusted and a full bottle of whiskey would no longer send her into the blissful peace of darkness, she turned to harder drugs, and thus began the spiral which ended up landing her in jail for heroin possession after an almost fatal overdose. If not for a compassionate judge who ordered rehabilitation instead of continuing her jail time, she would still be locked away, fighting through the war inside her mind alone.

When she was abducted from Dolan’s Recovery House, a farm doubling as a halfway house on the outskirts of the city, her path jutted off course like a rogue horse separating from the herd, galloping through an unfamiliar dark forest. The only thing she was focusing on was her recovery—both mental and physical—taking the time to learn her gift instead of running from it. Michael Dolan, the owner of the farm and recovery house, knew Y/N was different the moment he saw her, and it didn’t take long for her to confide in him, allowing his guidance to support her through her recovery. It was her contentment that caused complacency, giving the men who came in the middle of the night little to no security to overcome when they took her.

Robotic Heart

Summary: A knock at your door in the middle of the night brings more than just two strangers. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 3346 Warnings: Language, fluff, small amounts of angst, hurt!Bucky, more fluff A/N: This was written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ for Star’s Follower Celebration writing challenge! My prompt was the quote “This is all a fucking disaster.” and it is in bold in the fic. It was one of those stories that just kept pouring out of me, and I am excited to share it! It was beta’d by @saxxxology​ and the below gif was made by me. Enjoy!

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“The Avengers were spotted in the city!” your co-worker, Natalie practically squealed in your ear, wiggling her phone in your face, showing you a news article with the announcement. “Do you think I should go out and be a damsel in distress so they can rescue me?”

You snorted and pushed her arm away. “I’m not your mother, Nattie, if you want to go put yourself in danger for the slim possibility that one of them is in the right place at the right time… by all means, go for it.”

“You’re no fun,” Natalie huffed and crossed her arms across her chest, storming away back to her spot at the reception desk. 

“So they tell me,” you said under your breath, carefully leaning back in to solder two connections together on the intricate motherboard you were working on.

This was the first full solo project you’d ever been assigned; robotics were mostly a male-dominated field, and they loved to remind you of it as often as possible. After almost a year of small roles in projects and grunt work, they finally had no choice to assign you a bigger project. The strongly worded letter to human resources with the words “sexism” and “lawsuit” also might have had something to do with it.

It wasn’t that you didn’t have the work ethic; you graduated top of your class at MIT and had even landed an internship at Stark Industries during your senior year. There were almost no companies hiring where you lived, and those that were assumed you wanted to be a secretary or another type of clerical job. You even had someone laugh during an interview when you told them you were applying for the robotics technician position instead of the administrative assistant one.

This project was huge, which you didn’t mind; it would allow you to prove yourself. You loved doing what you were doing, and nothing would ever change that. After seeing how quickly you worked, several of your co-workers had come over to watch or offer assistance, which you gladly accepted. You could feel the atmosphere of the main work area shifting, and it put a smile on your face that got bigger every day.

The Freedom of Music

Summary: Bucky’s musical knowledge has been lacking, so you plan on making sure he broadens his taste. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic) Word Count: 2381 Warnings: Minor angst, canon violence, language, FLUFF A/N: This was written for @captain-rogers-beard​ and her One Hit Wonder Writing Challenge. Congrats on your milestone, Mimi! My song was “We’re Not Gonna Take It” by Twisted Sister. I have other songs in this as well, but Twisted Sister takes the main stage. This was beta’d by the lovely @saxxxology​. Enjoy!

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The sound of the quinjet became a low hum in the background when you slipped your earbuds into your ears. There was something so freeing about being cut off from the outside world, at least in an auditory sense, and the peaceful disassociation allowed you to prep your mind for the upcoming mission.

When the first few guitar strums of Metallica’s “Nothing Else Matters” filled your ears, your eyes fluttered shut. Music was an escape, and the team thankfully had no idea what songs you like. From classic rock to 80’s punk rock anthems, you had a plethora of music to listen to, no matter what mood you were in. The mission you were en route to would require a lot of concentration, so the soft melodic beginning part of “Nothing Else Matters” allowed you to relax, but as the beat picked up throughout the song, your adrenaline began to pump, readying you for a fight.

A warm hand touched your shoulder, and you opened your eyes to see Steve looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. He waited until you removed one of your earbuds before speaking.

“We’re about to touch down. You ready?”

Tugging the cord to your earbuds, you pulled the other one out of your ear and gave him a nod. “Yup, ready to go, Cap.”

Steve tightened the straps around his arms and slipped his shield onto his back before turning to address the various Avengers milling about in the jet. “Right, so Y/N, you’re going to be paired with Bucky, Nat is with me, and Clint will be with Sam watching the exits for runners. Everyone ready?”

Crash Landing

Summary: A normal day at your bakery takes an interesting turn, but lucky for your unexpected guest, you are definitely not normal. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic) Word Count: 2707 Warnings: Fluff, language, angst, injuries, blood, violence, Tony being Tony, more fluff A/N: Hoo boy! This story just poured out of me. It was written for @sunmoonandbucky​​ and her 5k Constellations writing challenge! Congrats on the milestone, Hann! The prompt I chose is from one of my favorite movies, Misery, and is in bold in the fic. I completely flipped the context in this fic though. It was beta’d by the amazingly talented @cake-writes​​ and the gif was made by me! Enjoy!

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Living in Nebraska had never been your dream. But then again, was it honestly anyone’s dream? The wonderful state of Nebraska was just far enough from your hometown that nobody would be able to find you, which worked out well for your predicament. The last thing you needed was to be thrown in a lab and poked and prodded until scientists and doctors could figure out how you worked.

It wasn’t like you asked for your abilities. According to a journal you found shortly after your parents died, some distant great-great something rescued an imprisoned man who turned out to be some kind of demigod. Said demigod blessed your ancestor with healing abilities that, as long as the bloodline stayed pure and didn’t use the power for maliciousness, would be passed down from generation to generation.

Of course, all of this was supposed to be explained to you once you started showing the abilities, but a drunk driver decided to remove that possibility from your life a few days before your eighteenth birthday. Only by dumb luck did you find the journal while cleaning out your parents’ home and less than a week later, you learned about your abilities by mistake.

It was an accident. Any person would stop to comfort an injured and crying child. The moment you placed your hand a few inches away from the wound, your hands began to tingle and glow a deep blue color. It scared you, but before you could have a full on freak out, the kid’s skinned knee sealed up and vanished, leaving no trace of an injury.

The kid asked in awe, “What are you?”

That was a good question.

Healing

Summary: Tasked with examining the injured soldiers that were liberated from the Hydra factory, one sergeant in particular gives you a run for your money. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader Word Count: 3894 Warnings: Fluff, Bucky being flirty, medical stuff, angst, smut, fluff A/N: This written for @cake-writes and her 3.5k Follower Challenge! Congrats, Bri! This was a blast to write, and I did some research on the 1940′s to make it a little more authentic. My prompt was “Sick/Injured/Hospital” and it takes place right after Steve liberated the 107th from the Hydra factory in CA: The First Avenger. The fic was beta’d by the ever so lovely @saxxxology, below gif made by me. Enjoy! 

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“Sergeant Barnes!”

The soft feminine voice floated through the medical tent, stopping Bucky in his tracks. He was mere feet from the entryway of the tent and from freedom. Licking his lips and plastering on his patented flirtatious smirk, he spun on his heel, locking eyes with one of the most gorgeous dames he’s ever seen.

“Yeah, doll?”

She frowned at him and crossed her arms across her chest. “That’s Nurse Y/N to you, Sergeant.” 

Bucky raised his hands, palms facing her, and smiled. “Sorry. Nurse Y/N,” he drew out her name, “what can I do for you?”

“You can sit back down and let me get a look at you,” she instructed him, gesturing to one of the empty cots next to where she was standing. Other nurses and several doctors were bustling around the tent, but Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off her. She smirked when she noticed him staring. “Unless you want me to get Captain Rogers in here to give me a hand.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up and he pursed his lips before exhaling heavily and nodding. “Fine, but you’re wasting your time. I’ve only got bumps and bruises.” He shuffled across the tent, dodging two medics carrying in another wounded soldier on a stretcher, before sitting down on the edge of the cot and removing his jacket.

A Candle in the Darkness

Summary: With the bunker full to the brim with the apocalypse world hunters, you need to get out to spend some quality time alone, so you decide to ask Sam for a solo hunt. Characters: Michael!Dean x Reader Word Count: 3166 Warnings: Fluff, language, angst, smut, minor dub-con, wax play, grace kink A/N: This is for @covered-byroses‘ A-Z Kink Challenge! I had Wax Play, and since we all know how much Kelly likes Michael!Dean I decided to venture out of my comfort zone to write him. This story took a mind of its own once I got into the right zone, and I am excited to share it! It was beta’d by the ever so lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon, gif made by me. Enjoy!

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The day started off as normal as it could. You mindlessly got out of bed, changed into an acceptable outfit since the bunker was full of strangers, and trudged down the hallway toward the kitchen. As usual, there was almost a dozen people milling about, but luckily none of them spoke to you as you belined toward the coffee pot to pour yourself a cup.

After it being just you, Dean, Sam, Cas, and then Jack, having this many people in the bunker was just… unsettling. The constant barrage of questions from the apocalypse world hunters had been wearing you down for weeks, and you could feel your foundation beginning to crack. Slipping from the kitchen with your mug of coffee, you wandered through the bunker in search of Sam, who had completely taken over a leadership role ever since Dean was fully possessed by Michael. 

You were there when it happened. The transition on Dean’s face when Michael finally took over… you shivered unconsciously at the memory. Seeing his face morph from the green-eyed freckled visage you knew into that neutral mask of dark maliciousness was something you would never forget. Placid green eyes overwhelmed by bright blue haunted your dreams, and you knew Sam wasn’t any better.

Bakery Blasphemy

Summary: Finally getting a lead on a case after two days, you and the boys set out to see what information this strange woman might have. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Agnes (OFC), Delilah (OFC) Word Count: 2459 Warnings: Sexuality, language, unsanitary things, rude old lady, implied smut A/N: This is for @winchesterprincessbride “Jen Said What?” Challenge! My prompt was hilarious to write and is in bold in the fic. I’m glad to be back writing again and I appreciate you guys sticking with me while I’m recovering from my surgery. This was beta’d by @saxxology, gif made by me. Enjoy!

“Come on, Sam, your hair looks perfect,” you grumbled from the motel bed. “Dean’s already out in the car.”

“I’m not doing my hair, Y/N,” Sam’s muffled reply sounded from behind the closed door.

“Then what the hell is taking you so long?” Sitting up, you glare at the bathroom door as if Sam could feel your icy stare through the wood. “Are you staring longingly at your reflection in the mirror?”

He snorted. “No.”

You paused for a moment, then smiled. “Are you touching yourself?”

“No,” he laughed. “You’d be able to hear me if I was. You know I’m not exactly quiet.”

The Marshmauler

Summary: It’s the night of Christmas Eve, and you and Sam have the bunker to yourselves. When you add a little something extra into your lazy movie night, things only get more fun. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3553 Warnings: Fluff, drug use (marijuana), crack!fic, improper use of marshmallows, smut, oral sex (male receiving), squirting, dirty talk, more fluff A/N: This was written for @kittenofdoomage and her Kitten’s Canon Christmas Challenge! I had the prompt of Hot Chocolate and I decided to select a pairing with Sam. This had my beta rolling on the floor laughing, so I really hope everyone gets a good laugh. Said beta is the ever so lovely @saxxxology, and the crappy gif was made by me. Enjoy!

“Sam?” you whisper yelled down the empty hallway of the bunker. “Where are you?”

A door opening behind you made you spin on your heel, and Sam’s head made an appearance in the open doorway. He looked around and smiled when his eyes settled on you. “In here, come on.”

Patting your back pocket one more time to make sure you had the extra special items for your romantic Christmas Eve night with Sam, you sprinted down the hallway and slipped into the supply room, closing the door and locking it after you. Once you turned around, your eyebrows shot up.

“Oh my god, Sam, it’s…” Your voice trailed off as you walked further into the room. Sam had essentially transformed the spacious empty supply closet into your own personal pillow fort nest. There was tinsel and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling and the entire corner of the room was decked out in pillows and blankets. There was a TV across from the pile of blankets and a tray filled with snacks and hot chocolate waiting in the middle.

“I hope your speechlessness is a good sign,” Sam laughed nervously, running his fingers through his chocolate locks.

Sweets to the Sweet

Summary: On Halloween, Dean drags you along with him on a hunt since Sam is injured. The two of you look forward to spending time together away from the bunker, but the odd witch you’re hunting throws a curve ball at you that requires some quick thinking. Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, various OC’s Word Count: 2901 Warnings: Fluff, language, sexuality, SPN canon violence, minor injuries, implied smut A/N: This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s Supernatural Halloween Challenge! I had the quote “GET OUT OF YOUR PANTS!” from the classic movie Tremors, and it is in bold in the fic. I didn’t expect this to turn into what it did, but I hope all enjoy and bonus points if you know where the title came from before you read the story. This was beta’d by the smokin’ hot @kittenofdoomage, gif made by me.

“Dean,” you whined, pouting like a child, “it’s Halloween and I don’t want to go on a hunt.”

Dean turned quickly and glared at you from his spot at the end of his bed. The duffel bag was already packed, his favorite weapons of the week were tucked away in the special heavy-duty bag, and Baby was gassed up and ready to go. The only thing that wasn’t ready was apparently you.

“Y/N,” Dean groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ve told you three times already, Sam is stuck here with a broken leg, and I can’t take down a witch by myself. I need you to come with me.”

The petulant child in you was dangerously close to coming out and you were seriously considering stomping your foot on the ground and giving him the dreaded puppy dog eyes. There was something wrong about killing a witch on Halloween. All Hallows Eve is a holiday for good witches, not to mention there are a lot of people dressed up as witches and the last thing you needed was to kill a civilian. Bad karma can be deadly to a hunter.

“Why can’t you take Jordan with you? She’s close by, right?” you suggested, pulling your phone from your back pocket and starting a text message to the friendly hunter.

“I texted her already, she said something about a vampire diary and hasn’t replied in a few days,” Dean murmured as he finished lacing up his boots. “I hope she’s okay.”

Burgers and Blunts

Summary: Sam finds you in a compromising situation, but decides to keep his mouth shut for a small fee. Characters: Sam x Reader (platonic), Dean x Reader (platonic) Word Count: 498 Warnings: Drug use, language, crack!fic A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer‘s “Tell Me a Funny Story Crack Drabble Challenge” and my selected quote is in bold in the fic. I barely made the word count, I had to struggle so hard. It’s short and sweet and I hope you all enjoy the giggly crack. This was beta’d by @saxxxology. Enjoy!

“Sam?! What are you doing out here?” You squealed, scrambling to try and hide the half-smoked joint behind your back while waving a hand around in front of you.

The younger Winchester only watched your uncoordinated flailing from his spot on the concrete steps outside the bunker, a sly smirk on his face. “Dean was looking for you,” Sam answered, taking a step closer and leaning to his side. “Whatcha got there, Y/N?”

“Nothing,” you lied. Neither brother knew about your herbal self-medication, and the last thing you needed was more judgmental stares. Sam crossed his arms across his chest and only grinned at you, making you roll your eyes and cave. “Fine, it’s a joint, Sam. Are you going to rat me out to Detective Dean?” The last words of your sentence were dripping in sarcasm.

It’s Greek to Me

Summary: After killing the monster of the week, you discover an interesting cellar, and end up with more than you bargained for.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, other characters

Word Count: 3246

Warnings: Minor angst, SPN canon violence, language, fluff, some crack

A/N: I’ve been procrastinating taking a small break from writing Contrapasso and this idea came to me. It is going to be 2 parts (since I’m a wordy bitch and can’t stop myself). This first part was written for @saxxxology​‘s Whose Line is it Anyways challenge! The line I selected is in bold. This was beta’d by the exceptionally lovely @impala-dreamer. If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, send an ask! 

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“Dean, down!”

Heeding your words, Dean quickly crouched down, allowing you to get a clean shot at the giant hulking beast of a man you three were hunting this week. You reared your hand back and threw the stone dagger, embedding it to the hilt into the monster’s bare, yet furry, chest.

A shrill screech pierced the quiet air of the warehouse, and the beast growled as his body slowly began to turn to stone, immobilizing him. You didn’t miss the soft chuckle coming from the elder Winchester, nor the soft hums coming from him that you instantly recognized as the chorus of ‘Turn to Stone’ by ELO.

Once his body was completely stone, Dean stood and, with the help of his brother, pushed the statue over, sending it to the floor. It exploded into thousands of chunks and Dean shrugged, kicking one of the larger pieces with his foot, sending it sliding across the floor of the warehouse.

“Why can’t they all die like this? Less mess, no yuck.” Dean looked up at Sam. “So nice of you to join us, Sam. Where were you?”

“There’s a cellar hatch over on the far side,” he pointed toward the darkness on the other side of the room, “I was going to search it when I heard you two fighting the Chimera.”

“I still don’t understand how that thing was a Chimera,” you said, glancing down at the stone debris on the floor. “I thought they were all killed a long time ago.”

Valentwins

Summary: A hunt takes you and the Winchesters back to your hometown, and you plan some revenge and a distraction for the grumpy elder Winchester. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Zoey (OFC), Reader, Sam Winchester Word Count: 2750 Warnings: Language, sexuality, fluff, minor angst A/N:This is for @lunarsaturn88′s Valentines Day Supernatural 2018 Challenge! My quote was “I want you to be happy.” and it is in bold in the fic. I was going to wait until Feb 1 to post it, but hey, close enough. I originally intended to make this a lot kinkier, but I think I implied enough without getting siblings involved, lol. This was beta’d by the amazing and talented @there-must-be-a-lock. Enjoy!

“Hey, Y/N, did you find a motel?” Dean asked from the front seat of the Impala as he slowed down, ready to pull off to the side of the road to wait if he needed to.

You nodded at him in the rear view mirror and pretended to pull up something on your phone. If you wanted your surprise to remain a surprise, you couldn’t let either brother know this was your hometown, and knowing where to go without looking at your phone would be a dead giveaway.

“Keep going straight and take your first left at that light.” You pointed to a stoplight about a half-mile down the road. “The motel will be on the right.”

Dean nodded and revved the engine, speeding down the road. All three of you were exhausted after the eleven hour car ride, and Dean’s impatience showed as he barely slowed down to take the turn at the light, waking up Sam in the process.

“Dean,” Sam grumbled, rubbing his eyes, “I’d like to get there alive, thanks.”

Dean scoffed and glared at his brother. “Oh, I’m sorry, Sleeping Beauty. See, I’m allowed to drive fast since I’ve been the only one driving since we left the bunker!”