Just A Kiss - Part 3 Under The Radar Mini Series

Summary: A kiss always means something, especially with an ex.

Warnings: potential spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick - I’ve used some lines from the movie, language, angst, fluff, cheesy innuendos, Hangman is a cocky son of a bitch with a soft side, Rooster is kind of an ass, the beach scene. 

W/C: 5.6k (it was supposed to be a drabble!)

Rating: M (mature)

Characters: Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Captain Phil “Maverick” Mitchell, fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity), Mentioned/Small Parts: Hondo, Admiral Simpson, Penny Benjamin. 

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader, past Hangman x Fem!Reader

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: “I was made for politics. I have great hair, and I love lying.”

Notes: @sfreeborn gave me the bolded prompt. 

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: title card made by me, divider: @writercole / gif: @indifferentvincent

Master Lists: Under The Radar // Main

Just A Kiss

The San Diego heat is stifling, but it's nothing compared to the inferno Rooster ignites inside of you. His mustache tickles where he leaves a trail of kisses on your neck, heading south. One hand holds your hip, fingers digging in deep, his other gropes and kneads your annoyingly covered breast, and you desperately want his hands to travel south too. But pressed against a tree fifty or so feet from The Hard Deck is hardly the place for it.

The team doesn’t know that you’re together. You’d gone along with Bradley’s wishes not to let the team know because the little bubble the two of you are in is fun and exciting, except in moments like this when you really want to be alone with Rooster. Their ribbing and comments will only rain on your parade.

You growl, part frustration and part whining. “Urgh, remind me again why we’re here?” you sigh, your hands moving across his back as he continues his assault on your neck.

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Summary: When Superman died, Martha lost her son and her home. A friendly neighbor, Sage, took her in and cared for her when she got sick. Clark makes a difficult decision to return home to the Kent farm after breaking up with Lois. Can Sage convince him it was the right decision? Can he show her that running from her past isn’t her only option? 

Warnings: angst, fluff, domestic violence mentioned, break-up mentioned. 

W/C: 7.2k

Rating: M (mature 16+)

Characters: Clark Kent, Martha Kent, OC’s. 

Pairing: Clark Kent (Kal-Al) x OFC

A/N: first time writing for Clark Kent, little nervous about it, but I love this whole thing.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @girl-next-door-writes took a look for me too.

Graphics: @myulalie made the beautiful title card. dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // DC

Home Is Where The Heart Is

The smell of barley and wheat grew stronger the closer the truck took him to his childhood home. Hickory Lane was as bumpy as ever, and the lack of change made Clark smile. It was nice to know some things remained as they had always been. He thumbed a tune against the side of the door, arm hanging out the open window, his happy mood increasing with each rotation of the wheels. As uneven as the dirt road was, he barely felt it. The new Ford pickup truck, courtesy of Bruce Wayne, was top of the line, and Clark looked forward to using it to its full potential on the Kent Farm.

Dusty heard the truck arrive and pushed the screen door open to stand guard on the porch, barking at the unknown visitor. 

“Hey boy,” Clark called, jumping out of the vehicle and walking to meet the happy dog.

The screen door squeaked again - he’d have to fix that - and he looked away from the overzealous dog to see his mother, followed by an auburn-haired woman, walk onto the porch.

“Clark!” Martha said, smiling happily but with a hint of inconvenience in her tone, “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

His mother wasn’t getting any younger, and he wanted to be there for her in her twilight years to help run the farm. Since Bruce had brought it for them, there was no financial incentive to keep it going. Now, it was simply for the love of what their family had built.

He jogged the distance to the porch and met his mother as she reached the bottom step. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” he told her, enveloping her in a hug.

Drinking Alone, Together.

Summary: Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, but fate seems to bring broken souls together.

Warnings: smut, angst, alcohol as a coping mechanism, drinking to forget.

W/C: 1.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Steve Rogers, fem!reader (she/her)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (she/her - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @anyfandomangstbingo Square Filled: drinking the pain away.

Notes: Set in the missing 5 years of Endgame. Inspired by Carrie Underwood - Drinking Alone. I used some of the lyrics too.

Betas: @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki

Graphics: dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Steve Rogers // AF Angst

Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, or ten. The serum coursing through him meant he couldn’t get drunk, at least not in the traditional sense. But Thor had left three barrels of Asgardian liquor at the compound, and he had filled two hip flasks to mix with the whiskey he ordered at the bar.

His baseball cap and the circular booth at the back of the room offered some privacy. The small wall light, covered by a dark red shade and a visible amount of dust, gave it a smoky, mysterious atmosphere, but he wasn’t there for that either.

Since the snap, he craved noise—any noise. Silence was the enemy; silence nurtured thoughts, and thoughts spawned tendrils of all the mistakes he felt he’d made. Noise and the God of Thunder’s numbing liquid were the remedies.

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Infatuation & Isolation - Week 1 - Piano

Series Summary: A series of drabbles of Chris meeting his neighbour and the relationship that develops between them.

Summary: Chris meets his neighbour for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, Chris playing the piano.

W/C: 403

Characters: Chris Evans, Dodger Evans, OFC.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sienna.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Girl next door

Notes: I’m based in the UK, so I have used the rules of our lockdowns or amended them slightly to fit the fic. I don’t specify Chris’ profession so make your own assumptions.

Betas: @firefly-in-darkness // @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: pictures found on google/Chris Evans Instagram page. The Purple Rain video can be found here. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Series// Main // AF Fluff Bingo

COVID sucked! The world shut down, most people became selfish, buying all the toilet paper off the shelves - why? - but Chris was thankful for the downtime. It was nice just to stop. Slow life down, relax, and reset.

He’d dabbled at playing the piano when he was younger but hadn’t had the time until now to find out if it was something he still enjoyed. He made an impulse purchase of a baby grand piano on the second day of lockdown. It had arrived two days later, and he’d found a new passion, practicing every day. He seemed to have a knack for hearing something once and then being able to play it. Prince’s Purple Rain was his favorite tune to play, though.

A warm summer’s evening meant he could have the patio doors open with the slight breeze blowing over him while he played, and Dodger could lay in a sunspot.

He finished a second play-through of the song and paused for a moment while deciding what to try next.

“Play it again,” a female voice came from just beyond the door.

Misguided Ghosts

Summary: Soulless Sam’s reign was short and he did a lot of things Sam wishes he could take back. He made amends with everyone he could but never had the courage to face you or tell Dean exactly what happened. That is until a coincidental case finds him back at your door.

Warnings: smut from the off, slightly rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Soulless!Sam is a bit of a dick, dom vibes, language.

W/C: 1.9k

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, fem!reader

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity.)

Notes: Set around seasons 6 and 10.

A/N: This is intended as a one-shot though I do have an explanation for the ending 😁 (you'll see). Title is a Paramore song of the same name.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // but I own all mistakes.

Graphics: images found on google/canva. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Sam Winchester

Something was off. He was too robotic, almost void of emotion and it was weird. But it was Sam fucking Winchester. The boy you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, back at Stanford. He dated your roommate, Jess, and honestly, they were perfect for each other, so you kept your feelings quiet and made the most of being his friend.

You hung out a lot as friends, spending holidays together on campus when Jess went home to her family. You suspected Sam knew you harboured feelings for him, least of all because drunk on eggnog and the Christmas spirit you’d confessed one Christmas Eve, but Sam being Sam had saved you the embarrassment and claimed he was just as drunk and didn’t remember much from that night.

Three days ago unexpectedly he’d knocked on your door, he said he’d kept tabs on you and was just passing through town and wanted to catch up. Catching up took all of two hours then you’d spent forty-eight blissful hours fucking, eating to refuel and sleeping very little. You’d played hooky at work and though Sam was reluctant to leave the bedroom you convinced him to go out to dinner on the third evening. Dinner turned to drinks, drinks turned to sex in the restaurant bathroom.

The parking lot isn’t secluded, anyone could walk by or pull into the empty spaces beside yours. The idea of being caught is thrilling and you know Sam isn’t going to stop at the fervent make out session.

Shared Grief - Part 1 of 3

Summary: Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price.

Part 1 Warnings: smut, angst, grieving, cheating (sort of), bad decisions, betrayal, suicide mention, fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence mentioned,

W/C: 6k

Part 1 Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC (Emily), Mentioned: Sam Winchester, Rowena.

Pairing: Dean x OFC.

Notes: sequel to Need Me

A/N: Honestly, it takes a village to raise a fic from idea to post-worthy, and I’d be lost without my village of wonderful people ❤

Betas: @petitgateau911 // @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes are my own.

Master Lists: PrincessMisery666 // Fangirlxwritesx67

Dean was treading water. Metaphorically at least. He was doing all he could to keep his head above the surface, and he was exhausted.

Baby roaring along on the open road should have helped. But it didn’t. The journey wasn’t the problem; it was the destination. He and Emily were headed home to the bunker, and it was eating away at him, knowing the ghost of Sam would be stalking its corridors.

Even the Impala felt wrong without his baby brother. Emily was in his place, riding shotgun, leaning close to the open window. Her hair blowing back, mouthing the lyrics to the song playing on the radio, she looked like she was in some cheesy country music video. But the further they got from the town Sam died in, the more she seemed at ease. That was a small relief of sorts.

Dean’s gaze flicked from the road to her. She tilted her head to keep the sun on her face. The collar of her shirt lay askew on her collarbone, caught between her arm and the seat, the exposed edge of the mark he left on her shoulder yesterday shamed him.

Truth Be Told - Part 1

Series Summary: Friends with benefits always works out, right? Well it works for Steve and Rayne until a mission goes awry. Steve discovers his super-soldier abilities aren’t immune to everything, especially the truth. 

Summary of Part 1: Steve meets Rayne and they fast become Friends with Benefits. 

Warnings: Fluff, language, angst, sex talk, smut adjacent, attempted use of date rape drug.

W/C: 4.5k

A/N: I’ve been second guessing this fic a lot lately and I’m not sure why so forcing myself to post it. 

Notes: Friend with Benefits definition taken directly from Urban Dictionary.

Characters: Steve Rogers, OFC (Rayne), Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC.

Beta(s): @firefly-in-darkness / @slytherkins​ / @petitgateau911​ / Thank you all. Mistakes are my own.

Series Master List

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Part 1

The club was loud, way too hot and overcrowded. How Bucky and Sam had convinced Steve to go to the grand opening of ‘Hammered’ still remained a mystery. 

You need to get out. You work too much. I’ve got us on the guest list.

Steve had drowned out the rest of Sam’s reasoning - or rather pleading - but smiling and nodding in the correct places had landed him in a stuffy club that was full of pretentious pretty boys and women who’s attire left little to the imagination.

He had no qualms with women flaunting their bodies. Truth be told, he preferred it to the fashions of the forties. Women and men could be more expressive, and show off their personalities through their clothes, but maybe that was the problem. The ones whose bodies were overdeveloped - fake and plastic - didn’t seem to have developed a personality, or if they had, it was just as fake as the rest of them. 

It wasn’t Steve’s scene. He’d much prefer to be back at the compound with a bottle of whiskey and the latest sci-fi series Netflix had to offer. However, Sam and Bucky seemed to be in their element. A group of seven scantily clad women were hanging on their every word. They were lapping up the attention, and they deserved every second of it - a night to have fun and be carefree.

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