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Prompt - Therefore I Am - “Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel.”
Warnings - Sherlock being a clueless muppet
Word count - 299
A/N - My sixth entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles. This was meant to be something angsty but then this man popped up and played keep away with the prompt. It’s bonkers… sorry I’m not sorry
A/N 2 - Society made the banner
You watched as the two men all but crashed into the room. John bent forward hands braced on his knees as he tried to catch his breath while Sherlock slumped against the wall.
“I told you! It was the secretary. Quicker to run. And we’re not late.”
Breathing now even John looked up and the blood drained from his face. “Two out of three Sherlock.”
The renowned detective straightened as he took in the scene before him. The triumphant gleam faded in his blue green eyes as they clocked all the details. Mrs Hudson’s disapproval radiating in waves. Lestrade trying to suppress his amusement. Your clenched fists.
“Ah.”
“Out please.”
The others moved quickly at your request though Lestrade paused at the door. “Don’t be too rough on him.” Lestrade smirked. “Though I can explain away some injuries I’d rather not have the paperwork."
Neither of you answered locked in a staring contest though you could almost hear how fast his brain was analyzing and selecting the right thing to say.
“Don’t.”
“What?”
“Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel.”
There was a pause. “I wasn’t. I was merely-” His voice trailed off as your gaze narrowed at him.
“You left to chase a hunch.”
“Well the police were never going to solve it alone. Darling I don’t understand why you’re angry. I haven’t missed anything.”
“All this time and you're still better at solving crimes than figuring out people. I hope our children take after me.” Suddenly you hissed out a slew of curses. Sherlock was instantly at your side and wisely stayed silent as you squeezed his hand in a death grip.
There was a knock on the door before a midwife entered. “Oh Dad’s finally here then. Ready to start pushing?”
Summary - Lance watches his little girl tackle a cartwheel
Prompt - Hey Baby - “C’mon baby give me a whirl!”
Warnings - nothing but fluff
Word count - 186
A/N - My fifth entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles. I know it’s short but I was kicking my feet a bit with this one. It’s daft but… the muse is musing.
A/N 2 - Society made the banner
There were squeals and shouts of excitement but Lance tuned them out. Standing tall with his arms folded his icy blue eyes were hyper focused on one person. Her nerves were obvious to Lance as she stood on the gym mat bouncing back and forth slightly. His breath caught in his chest as she moved into position as he had taught her.
‘Arms high and kick off. Pointy toes. Don’t look at the floor.’
He blinked as she moved in a graceful cartwheel. When both feet landed on the mat she wobbled slightly but regained her balance before finishing in the final pose. Lance exhaled sharply, his muscles relaxing. Beaming she glanced around and he knew the moment she saw him as the Coach persona melted away.
“Daddy I did it! Did you see?! Did you see me?”
”Of course I did! C’mon baby give me a whirl!”
Lance knelt and caught his baby girl as she finished her victory twirl with gleeful giggles. His heart melted as the warm blue eyes she’d inherited sparkled up at him.
Well, we're as surprised as you! Two of our lessons plans are in a neck-and-neck race for the FINAL CRYOFREEZE.
We need you to help decide! Of the following two drabbles, which did you like best?
Even if you voted for a different set of fics before, that's totally fine--we need you to vote again here!
Which drabble did you like best?
Unsolicited Advice (Luis gives Bucky some advice)
Tie Your Shoes (Bucky teaches his son to tie his shoes)
Voting ended onJun 6
Need to check your notes? Don't worry, we got you covered--both drabbles are under the cut (and no worries, they're both General Audiences with nothing triggery involved).
Thanks for voting, and check in on Saturday afternoon for our author reveal!
Drabble #1 - Unsolicited Advice
Rating: General Audiences
“Does all that stuff not bother you, man?”
Bucky glanced at the excitable Mexican in the front seat, and pretended he hadn’t heard him. Unfortunately, that did not deter Luis.
“HYDRA, Thanos, the five year blip thing,” he continued. “The way Congress just chucked you out after you saved the whole of New York.”
Bucky closed his eyes briefly, and wondered how he always seemed to draw the mission short straw.
“That’s not really-"
“You know,” Luis carried on blithely. “My Abuela always said bad days are like dead rats. There’s always gonna be a couple in the garage.”
“What?”
*
Drabble #2 - Tie Your Shoes
Rating: General Audiences
“Okay, Jamie. Take both shoelaces and cross them together.”
Jamie did so carefully.
“Good. Now wrap this lace around and under the other and pull them together.”
Bucky’s son nodded.
“Now we make a loop. Like a bunny ear.”
Jamie giggled. “Bunnies are soft.”
Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, they are,” he agreed. “Wrap this around the bunny ear.”
“Am I doing good?” his son asked.
“You’re going great,” he replied sincerely. “Now pull this lace through the hole there and pull them together.”
Jamie gasped. “I did it!”
“Proud of you, son.”
You smiled softly at Bucky.
First of many lessons.
*
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Round 4 Drabble Post #1 (of 2)--Teachable Moments (clean)
Good morning, class, welcome to another week of Writer in a Cryofreeze! We have twelve amazing anonymous authors ready to take you to school with the prompt of:
Teachable Moments
Our authors were asked to have Bucky teach someone something new--or be taught in turn. There's all sorts of fun learning in store!
Once again, we present our twelve lessons in two different posts. The first ten lessons are rated General Audiences through Teen, and can be found on this post. The final two lessons are for our more advanced students, are rated Explicit and can be found in the Mature-locked post over here.
Please read all the drabbles/lessons you are comfortable reading, and head over the voting post linked at the bottom. (You'll also find the link to the other lessons below, too.)
So get out your pens and papers, get ready to take some notes, and happy learning!
Drabble #1 - Unsolicited Advice
Rating: General Audiences
“Does all that stuff not bother you, man?”
Bucky glanced at the excitable Mexican in the front seat, and pretended he hadn’t heard him. Unfortunately, that did not deter Luis.
“HYDRA, Thanos, the five year blip thing,” he continued. “The way Congress just chucked you out after you saved the whole of New York.”
Bucky closed his eyes briefly, and wondered how he always seemed to draw the mission short straw.
“That’s not really-"
“You know,” Luis carried on blithely. “My Abuela always said bad days are like dead rats. There’s always gonna be a couple in the garage.”
“What?”
Drabble #2 - Communication Is Key
Rating: General Audiences
"Why the hell is it shouting like that?" Sam grimaced, as he dodged the batting paws of the small white feline.
"She's a girl, not an it." Bucky scolded, slapping Sam across the back of the head, "And she's not shouting, she's communicating with you."
Sam scoffed, "You're losing it man."
"I'm not." Bucky grunted, "It's a scientific fact that cats only learned to meow to communicate with humans."
"So what's shes saying then if you're so smart?" Sam grinned, crossing his arms over his chest with a raised brow.
"That you're annoying and to get out of her seat."
Drabble #3 - Dismantling History
Rating: General Audiences
You dragged Bucky into the hall by his sleeve before he could drop another conversational grenade into the kitchen. He came without resistance, keeping that faintly offended look he got when he thought he’d done nothing wrong.
“You cannot tell Bob things like that,” you hissed
“Why not?” he asked.
“He’s not equipped for it.”
Bucky frowned. “It’s true.”
“I know.” You signed heavily
“Then what’s the problem?”
You stared at him. “The problem is you cannot casually dismantle someone’s entire understanding of history before lunch.”
He paused. “So… after lunch?”
"No." You rubbed your temple. “In supervised discussions only.”
Drabble #4 - Namesake
Rating: General Audiences
"Don't wike bullies," little Steve grumbled, watching two kids argue over a swing, the bigger one posturing menacingly. "Don't care where they're from."
Bucky's blood ran cold. Then warm.
He crouched down, studying the dark brows, the classic Barnes nose, the complete unearned confidence of a six-year-old who'd never thrown a punch in his life, who would absolutely try to.
"Where'd you hear that?"
Steve shrugged. "Nowhere. S'true."
Eighty years of guilt, grief, making things complicated— and here was his first-born son, carrying Steve Rogers' words in his mouth like they weighed nothing at all.
Because to him, they didn't.
Drabble #5 – 100 Words
Rating: Teen
“Okay, strange fact time. Go Buck,” you said.
“Spanish moss is neither Spanish nor moss. It's a member of the pineapple family,” Bucky said without batting an eye. “Your turn.”
“Avocado tastes like clean dick.”
“That's not a fact that's an opinion.”
“It is fact. But whatever. Avocados were named after testicles because of the shape. Your turn.”
“A writing drabble is 100 words on the dot. No more no less.”
“Bullshit. It can be a few hundred words.”
“Look it up if you don't believe me,” he said with a smug grin.
You did. He was right. Yet again.
Drabble #6 - Survival Skills
Rating: General Audiences
Bucky crouches beside a patch of mushrooms and gently brushes aside leaves like unveiling a masterpiece.
You fold your arms. “I thought this was survival training.”
“It is.”
He points at a big mushroom with white umbrella-shaped top. “This one you can eat without cooking, but this one,” he points at another one, “kills you faster than a bullet.”
“They are the same.”
“The poisonous one is slightly greenish.”
You crouch beside him, nodding solemnly.
“Let me teach you something, too,” you say as you lean over and kiss him.
Bucky freezes, swallowing hard.
“What was that?”
“Mouth-to-mouth breathing lesson.”
Drabble #7 - One Good Punch
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Canon-typical violence
Bucky realises early that his Steve is all moral outrage and sharp elbows, with no self-preservation worth mentioning. So, after dragging him out of too many alleys, he teaches him how to throw one good punch.
“Stop aiming for his face,” Bucky says. “You’re too short and too angry. Ribs first, then run.”
Steve spits blood onto the pavement and nods.
The man Bucky has just pulled off him staggers upright, stupid enough to try again.
Steve's bony fist lands badly, beautifully.
The man goes down like a sack of potatoes.
Bucky stares.
“Don’t make me regret teaching you that.”
Drabble #8 – Housemate Barnes
Rating: General Audiences
You and your housemates are excited to room with Congressman Barnes.
With the rent prices in D.C, it is no secret that junior representatives rent together.
All notions of him are wiped clean.
There are his questionable eating habits — cereal with yogurt and hot sauce, spinach right out of the bag, and boiled hot dog and pasta with ketchup.
The common closet is full of his suits. You all agree not to question why.
But he is exceedingly considerate and generous.
Barnes is puzzling but this is a fact: Howling Commando, ex-Avenger, Congressman Barnes is a raccoon of a man.
Drabble #9 - Fair
Rating: General Audiences
“You taught me how to throw a punch. It’s only fair to return the favour.”
Bucky eyed the shield dubiously. “Not sure it’s the same, pal.”
Steve demonstrated his new move, knocking the shield off two trees before it bounced back to him.
Bucky braced himself. He’d seen the Howlies pretend not to struggle under the shield’s weight. But it remained light in Bucky’s hands, same as it had ever since Zola.
It wasn’t fair. Steve’s serum made him a superhero while Bucky—
Bucky clamped down on that thought. He picked up Steve’s shield.
Life wasn’t fair; war doubly so.
Drabble #10 - Tie Your Shoes
Rating: General Audiences
“Okay, Jamie. Take both shoelaces and cross them together.”
Jamie did so carefully.
“Good. Now wrap this lace around and under the other and pull them together.”
Bucky’s son nodded.
“Now we make a loop. Like a bunny ear.”
Jamie giggled. “Bunnies are soft.”
Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, they are,” he agreed. “Wrap this around the bunny ear.”
“Am I doing good?” his son asked.
“You’re going great,” he replied sincerely. “Now pull this lace through the hole there and pull them together.”
Jamie gasped. “I did it!”
“Proud of you, son.”
You smiled softly at Bucky.
First of many lessons.
Well, class, that's all the General Audience/Teen lessons we have for today. Make sure you head over to our Advanced/Explicit lesson (drabble) page for the final two installments if you're ready for those.
Otherwise, please head over for your Final Exam (aka, the poll) to tell us which three lessons were your favorites.
Voting will open until approximately 4pm on Friday, and we'll announce which authors win a brand-new shiny Cryofreeze!
Pairing - John Pitts (Materialists) x female!reader
Summary - When you realise you and your ex are still heading the same direction
Prompt - Right Place Wrong Time - “I been on the right trip. But I must’ve used the wrong car.”
Warnings - minor angst , kissing
Word count - 298
A/N - My fourth entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Kicked myself when I realised John would’ve been good for a ‘Little Things Mean A Lot’ scribble. But then this happened… I suck at dialogue, it’s very cringe I’m sorry! 🙈
A/N 2 - Society made the banner
Despite what people say about bumping into their exes you never expected to see yours. Night fell and you tried to hail a cab when you heard your name. There he was standing by the same old car from when you’d dated years prior. After accepting his offer for a ride home he stopped at your favourite place for stargazing. Perched on the hood you both filled in the blanks since the breakup almost like it would fill the empty spaces in the sky.
“I been on the right trip. But I must’ve used the wrong car.”
Laughing you threw your head back. “Any journey involving this car ended in disaster.” Though you couldn’t help giving the hood an affectionate pat thinking of all the memories. But instead of John’s soft chuckle or a nostalgic comment crickets chirped. Suddenly realising he wasn’t talking about the car you turned to see John slump as his elbows rested on his knees. “Oh John. I’m sorry.”
“I know. But it’s the truth.”
Hopping off the car you turned and stood facing him. “You mean so much to me. No matter what, I wouldn't change anything.”
Moonlight turned his blue eyes silver as he looked at you. “Me neither. I’ve missed you so much.” You breathed his name as he caught your hips. “Are we… still on the same road?”
“We might have taken different cars but yes.”
“Wanna join me? There might be a few speed bumps and wrong turns along the way.”
Unable to resist you cupped his beard covered cheeks and leaned in to kiss him. There was a soft groan though you were unsure if it was him or the car as he kissed you back. Familiar warmth flooded your veins as he offered you a smile.
Prompt - Little Things Mean A Lot - “For always and ever, now and forever.”
Warnings - minor mentions of violence , Elijah being a sweetheart
Word count - 300
A/N - My third entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Swapped out cos I couldn’t mesh with the original prompt. The rest of this song resonates with another bunny I have. But when I saw one particular line I thought of my favorite Mikaelson.
A/N 2 - Society made the banner
The family was on high alert once again following yet another threat. Elijah wanted you to stay home instead of going to work which you protested vehemently. Eventually he surrendered with a reluctant sigh though you agreed when he insisted that you be accompanied.
Colleagues with the IQ of a boiled potato approached you several times causing your productivity to grind to a halt. Hormones caused your moods to swing like a pendulum. The stifling presence of security left you feeling suffocated. At one point you would have preferred to be at the compound verbally and physically sparring with Klaus even if he did piss you off.
So when you stormed into the compound hours later disheveled smelling of wolfsbane and vervain you knew Elijah would soon follow though he wisely waited until all traces of the plants were washed away. Without a word he pulled you into an embrace. The buzzing of your irritated overwhelmed brain was quieted by his soft humming. Peeking up from where you’d hidden in the crook of his neck you were greeted by warm pools of melted chocolate.
“The rabble have been silenced after being doused by vervain and wolfsbane grenades.”
“True. Nikalus hasn’t said a word since your return.” He smiled when you giggled. “Well done darling. Now do we need to make something similar for those simpletons you work with?”
Despite his light tone you knew Elijah was serious.
“No. But maybe a little compulsion so they actually use their brains?”
The Mikaelson family vow is ‘Always and forever.’ Though you were not yet a Mikaelson you shared a vow with Elijah. Whether the day is bright or gray. Come hell or high water. To protect each other. Care for each other. Love each other. “For always and ever, now and forever.”
Summary - You discuss good vs bad with the Original Hybrid.
Prompt - I Wanna Be Bad - “You make bad look so good.”
Warnings - kissing , Hybrid nips 🫠 , implied smut
Word count - 299
A/N - My second entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Heard this line and immediately thought of my favourite Hybrid.
A/N 2 - Society made the banner
“You make bad look so good.”
“My brother would argue that ‘bad’ is a matter of perspective.” Shadows danced around the dimly lit bar doing nothing to hide the imposing presence of Klaus Mikaelson. “We merely seek to regain what was once ours.”
“If it were Elijah saying that I’d believe it. He’s good. Chivalry edged with honour. But you?” You glanced over your shoulder at the Original leaning against a column as you loaded glasses on a tray. “You’re bad. That Hybrid bite isn’t the only thing that’s lethal about you.”
“But you like lethal don’t you love?” Scoffing in response you shivered when he suddenly appeared behind you with a soft rush of air. “If you truly sought a good man then Elijah would be here now. Not me.” A gleam of gold edged his dark blue eyes as he watched you turn to face him before guiding you to sit on the table. “Do you think he would do this?” Warm hands urged your legs to part and traced patterns leading towards the apex of your thighs. “Or this?”
The sting of his fangs nipping your neck sharply enough to leave a mark but not enough to hurt you with his venom made your core clench. When you whined he leaned in with that fucking smug smirk you wanted to wipe off his face. Closing the distance you were happy when he met your kiss with equal enthusiasm.
”You make bad feel so good.”
A velvet chuckle sent goosebump raising all over your body. How you loved the sound. Whether you were cornered in the darkened alleys of New Orleans or in a candlelit room tangled amongst bedsheets of an obscene thread count.
”So are you going to be good for me? Or bad with me?”
Prompt - “If I were King of the world, tell you what I’d do”
Warnings - drinking , mention of death and loss (dammit Loki 😭)
Word count - 290
A/N - My first entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Deffo not my best but anything to make my brain stop playing pong with ideas 😅
A/N 2 - Society made the banner
“If I were King of the world, tell you what I’d do.”
Thor paused at the lyrics, his blue eyes suddenly shiny.
“Odinson, you promised - nay you swore on the ‘Allfathers great beard a night of-’”
“Spirited spirits and high celebrations!”
“Spirited celebrations and flowing libations.”
“Yes I said that.” But beneath the joviality his grin faltered with a wobble in his voice. “Loki would be a good king.”
Humming in agreement you bit back your retorts questioning how scaring a crowd into submission and waging war on an unsuspecting city would make a great King. A tyrant maybe. “That would certainly be a sight.”
Thor nodded and raised another shot. “One that may yet come to fruition.”
“Thor, you told me Loki died. Thanos killed him right in front of you.”
“Ah yes but you - hic! - you don’t know my brother. An extremely skilled sorcerer. He died twice before.”
“Pardon?” Surely you had not heard that right. “He died twice?”
“Yes. Truly convincing.” The hopeful light in his eyes dimmed. “But he never believed that I mourned him.” At a loss you jumped when Thor suddenly shouted “I shall prove it! Come along my friend! Join my quest!”
The alcohol-addled Asgardian leaned on you as he steered you both to a tattoo parlour. “Friend Stark told me that great artists can create such designs that remain on your skin until your dying day. This is how I shall convince Loki!”
You watched as the tattoo artist carefully inked the names into Thor's broad back. The God of Thunder slurred something and the artist paused before making one final flourish. When he stepped away you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the question mark next to Loki’s name.
Alright, cool cats, it’s time to find your groove, and let the music lead the way.
For June, we’re trying something a little different… but don’t worry, the beat stays the same. There will still be an allocated prompt every day, only this time each prompt will be a song. The full setlist is below.
For anyone who feels a little uncertain, or doesn’t want the pressure of choosing where to start, we’ve also picked a line from each song to help narrow things down as a second option.
But for anyone feeling adventurous? You can absolutely choose another line from the song instead.
Your Scribble must contain at least one line from the song. It does not have to be the line we picked, and you’re welcome to use multiple lines if the music moves you.
We’ve also created a playlist so you can listen along with the full prompt list and really get into the June Jukebox mood.
The Goal: Write a Scribble of 300 words max, including the prompt/lyric line. We’d love people to try and stay as close to that as possible, but we’re here for the vibes, not to slap anyone with a ruler.
The Timing: You have until the end of the day in your own time zone to complete and submit each prompt.
The Swap-Outs: If a certain day’s song isn’t your jam, don’t stress. We’ve made sure there are options to swap out, so you can still keep the music playing.
Rules / Guidelines:
The final day for submissions is July 1st, end of the day in your own time zone. Please be aware that any entries submitted after this will not be added to the event masterlist.
For the event masterlist, we will link any users who have created their own Scribbles masterlist. For anyone who has not created a masterlist, we will link to their preferred profile instead. For example, if you have a sideblog, we will confirm this with you.
Please use the tag #JuneJukeboxScribbles (no spaces) so we can find your creations. Please do not use the tag after the event has ended. You’re also welcome to tag @societynsoelsscribbles if you wish.
Please use appropriate warnings for explicit content, non-con, triggers, etc.
Hard no content: No incest, underage, bestiality, or necrophilia.
Any 18+ entries must be posted by an 18+ listed blog to be included.
Here are no limits on the number of submissions for a prompt. Do as many as you like, just remember to use the #JuneJukeboxScribbles tag!
The target is 300 words, but should you go over, we will not scold, fine, or ban you… as long as you deliver (but please.. try)
The possibilities are endless. Any fandom, pairing, reader insert, OC, character, ship, tone, or genre is welcome; smut, fluff, angst, crack, horror, romance, heartbreak, whatever beat you hear.
Join as often or as little as you like. There is absolutely no pressure. Whether you drop one track or complete the whole album, we’re thrilled to have you playing along.
You can use our event header for your own entries or masterlist, but please credit Society.
So warm up the jukebox, spread the sound and get ready to jive to your own funk… Drum roll please!!!
Prompt list: (Playlist for all songs can be found here)
June 1st - Joy To The World - Three Dog Night / “I never understood a single word he said”
June 2nd - I Wanna Be Bad - Willa Ford / “No I can't promise that I won't do that”
June 3rd - Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin / “And he shows them pearly white”
June 4th - Right Place, Wrong Time - Dr. John / “But I'm having such a good time”
June 5th - Hey! Baby - Bruce Channel / “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”
June 6th - Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish / “I don't think I caught your name”
June 7th - Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”
June 8th - Living La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin / “I feel a premonition”
June 9th - Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die”
June 10th - Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all”
June 11th - Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris / “Tell you a story”
June 12th - Tainted Love - Soft Cell / “I cannot stand the way you tease”
June 13th - Town Without Pity - Gene Pitney / “Only those in love could know”
June 14th - Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry / “Til you die?”
June 15th - Bad Habits - Ed Sheeran / “I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do”
June 16th - Every Breath You Take - The Police / “Every smile you fake”
June 17th - Say Something - A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera / “It was over my head”
June 18th - Come and Get Your Love - Redbone / “What's the matter with you”
June 19th - Raise Your Glass - P!nk / “You can choose to let it go”
June 20th - All Shook Up - Elvis Presley / “Who do you thank when you have such luck?”
June 21st - Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace / “I can't control myself”
June 22nd - Wonderwall - Oasis / “Because maybe”
June 23rd - I Believe In A Thing Called Love - The Darkness / “We'll be rocking till the sun goes down”
June 24th - Groove Is In The Heart - Deee-Lite / “No, I couldn't ask for another”
June 25th - Rude - MAGIC! / “I hate to do this, you leave no choice”
June 26th - Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler / “There's nothing I can do”
June 27th - The Dark End of the Street - James Carr / “That's where we always meet”
June 28th - Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan (with Hozier) / “If I get too close”
June 29th - Mr. Brightside - The Killers / “But it's just the price I pay”
June 30th - Don’t Speak - No Doubt / “I know what you're thinkin'”
Swap-Out Tracks
Praying - Kesha / “I'm proud of who I am”
Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Season of the Witch - Donovan / “When I look out my window”
Cry Me A River - Julie London / “Now you say you love me”
Daydream Believer - The Monkees / “You once thought of me”
Dancing Queen - ABBA / “Anybody could be that guy”
The records are stacked, the header is live, and it’s time to officially spin the news:
June Jukebox Scribbles is coming!
We’re so excited to welcome you all to a month of rhythm, riffs, prompts and creativity as we dance our way through June one beat at a time.
Whether you’re here to write, read, cheer people on, or spread the sound far and wide, we hope you’ll find your groove and jive right along with us.
Badge Line-Up
Drop the Needle: for our writers/participants jumping in and making the music happen
Listening Along: for our readers & commenters keeping the vibe alive
Spreading the Vibes: for our rebloggers/signal boosters helping the sound travel
Complete Collector: for those who submit for every day of June Jukebox Scribbles
Prompt List Drop
The full prompt list will be going up this weekend at:
Here’s what that looks like in a few key time zones:
AEST (Melbourne/Sydney/Brisbane) – Sat 30 May, 10:00 PM
JST/KST – Sat 30 May, 9:00 PM
BST (UK) – Sat 30 May, 1:00 PM
CEST (Central Europe) - Sat 30 May, 2:00 PM
EDT (US East Coast) - Sat 30 May, 8:00 AM
CDT (US Central) - Sat 30 May, 7:00 AM
PDT (US West Coast) - Sat 30 May, 5:00 AM
NZST (New Zealand) - Sun 31 May, 12:00 AM
Reminders
A few house notes before we cue the band in (Full Rules will come with prompt list)
Jump in as much or as little as you like: one prompt, a handful, or the full set, it’s all welcome
All interpretations are encouraged: bring your own style, your own flavour, your own funky little sound
Stepping out of you box is encouraged: This is the time to experiment and try something new if you want!
Be kind, encouraging, and supportive: let’s make this a space full of good vibes and great noise
Reblogs, comments, and cheering each other on are deeply encouraged: every jukebox sounds better when the whole room is dancing!
Help Us Spread the Sound
Now’s the time to start making some noise, cats…. spread the word, share the post, and get people following this account so they don’t miss any updates, prompt drops or event announcements!
We’re hoping to see everyone ready to hit the beat, find their vibe, and jive to their own funky rhythm with this one.
So warm up those keyboards, tune your instruments, and tell your fellow music lovers to check back in.
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We're still accepting submissions for the Extra Life Challenge till June 10.
Keep an eye on our sister page @star-and-shield-collective for an exciting new event announcement on June 8.
Here's what else is happening in June:
WIP Bang hosted by @wipbigbang (Sign-ups close June 1)
Aromantic Bucky Barnes Fest hosted by @aromanticbuckybarnes (Prompting closes June 5)
Spring Shipping Weeks hosted by @sam-a-palooza (ends June 22)
Marvel Bang hosted by @marvelbang (sign ups open)
Marvel OC Hub Pride 2026 hosted by @marvel-oc-hub
June of Doom 2026 hosted by @juneofdoom
WIP Week hosted by @wipweek
June Jukebox hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles
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The records are stacked, the header is live, and it’s time to officially spin the news:
June Jukebox Scribbles is coming!
We’re so excited to welcome you all to a month of rhythm, riffs, prompts and creativity as we dance our way through June one beat at a time.
Whether you’re here to write, read, cheer people on, or spread the sound far and wide, we hope you’ll find your groove and jive right along with us.
Badge Line-Up
Drop the Needle: for our writers/participants jumping in and making the music happen
Listening Along: for our readers & commenters keeping the vibe alive
Spreading the Vibes: for our rebloggers/signal boosters helping the sound travel
Complete Collector: for those who submit for every day of June Jukebox Scribbles
Prompt List Drop
The full prompt list will be going up this weekend at:
Here’s what that looks like in a few key time zones:
AEST (Melbourne/Sydney/Brisbane) – Sat 30 May, 10:00 PM
JST/KST – Sat 30 May, 9:00 PM
BST (UK) – Sat 30 May, 1:00 PM
CEST (Central Europe) - Sat 30 May, 2:00 PM
EDT (US East Coast) - Sat 30 May, 8:00 AM
CDT (US Central) - Sat 30 May, 7:00 AM
PDT (US West Coast) - Sat 30 May, 5:00 AM
NZST (New Zealand) - Sun 31 May, 12:00 AM
Reminders
A few house notes before we cue the band in (Full Rules will come with prompt list)
Jump in as much or as little as you like: one prompt, a handful, or the full set, it’s all welcome
All interpretations are encouraged: bring your own style, your own flavour, your own funky little sound
Stepping out of you box is encouraged: This is the time to experiment and try something new if you want!
Be kind, encouraging, and supportive: let’s make this a space full of good vibes and great noise
Reblogs, comments, and cheering each other on are deeply encouraged: every jukebox sounds better when the whole room is dancing!
Help Us Spread the Sound
Now’s the time to start making some noise, cats…. spread the word, share the post, and get people following this account so they don’t miss any updates, prompt drops or event announcements!
We’re hoping to see everyone ready to hit the beat, find their vibe, and jive to their own funky rhythm with this one.
So warm up those keyboards, tune your instruments, and tell your fellow music lovers to check back in.
We have an extremely exciting round for everyone today! Sixteen amazing drabbles from sixteen amazing authors. Get your game faces on and toes to the starting line, because this week the prompt is:
GAME TIME!
And in a fun twist, our authors even managed to sort themselves into teams. We're got sweet versus spicy this week: 13 fics on the sweeter side, 3 fics on the spicier end of things. You'll find all the sweet drabbles (general audience through teen) below the cut. Our spicier drabbles (teen+ and mature) are in this post (don't worry, we'll link you again).
We would appreciate reblogs of both story posts if you can. We also ask that you only read the spicier fics if you are comfortable doing so. (They are mostly spicy due to sexual situations and innuendo; no actual sex occurs within the fics themselves.)
As always, there is a link to vote at the end of each story post. Please vote for your four favorite drabbles. The authors of the four drabbles with the fewest votes will be revealed and awarded their own personal Cyrofreezes; the remaining authors will continue on to Round 3.
Ready to play? GAME ON!
Drabble #1 - Seven Minutes in Heaven
Rating: Teen
You dropped your name into the hat because everybody else was doing it. Someone reached into the fedora.
“Barnes and—”
Your name was called.
Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before something softer crossed his face.
“Well,” he drawled, pushing off the wall. “Would ya look at that.”
Your face burned as you were both shoved into the tiny closet. Darkness cloaked except for the sliver of light beneath the door. The air was thick with the scent of cedar, cigarette smoke, and Bucky’s cologne.
Bucky chuckled. “Nervous, doll?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
Bucky’s hand found your chin. “Can I kiss you?”
Drabble #2 - Unresolved
Rating: Teen
'A fun game' Bob had said.
A game to prove there was no unresolved feelings between you and Bucky. Five minutes alone, staring into each others eyes, to prove that the lingered looks and touches didn't mean anything.
You'd survived four minutes as his ocean blue eyes stared into yours, while your heart hammered. One more minute.
Bucky's throat bobbed roughly. That's the only warning you had before his lips were pressed to yours.
The tension, the anxiety, the fear, all left your body in a satisfied hum as your tongue slipped into his mouth.
Bob's game wasn't so bad.
Drabble #3 - Bucky doesn't do games
Rating: Teen
Bucky awoke and tried to get his bearings. He had one arm chained to a wall. He had no idea how someone would have got the best of him to kidnap him like this.
He heard the sound of squeaking and saw a puppet on a tricycle rolling towards him. ‘What the fuck.’
“Hello Sergeant Barnes, I want to play a game.”
Bucky stood up slowly to his full height. “I don't fucking think so,” he said pulling the chain out the wall and headed towards the entrance but not before punching the puppet off the tricycle.
“Stupid little fucker.”
Drabble #4 - Swing Vote
Rating: General Audiences
By the ninth inning, Congressional Baseball has ceased being a charity event and has become, as most things in Washington do, a procedural dispute with witnesses.
The bases are loaded. The Democrats are down three. Bucky, technically Independent, stands at the plate in a borrowed blue jersey under the compelling legal theory of please Barnes, for once, hit something recreationally.
“Traitor!” the Republicans yell.
“He caucuses with us!” a Democrat shouts back.
“Barely!”
From the stands, you whistle.
He looks up - bad idea, terrible idea.
The pitch comes fast.
Bucky swings.
The ball vanishes into the dark. Washington erupts anyway.
Drabble #5 - Operation: Friendly Fire
Rating: T
“So, what’s the play?”
Bucky looked expectantly at Sam as they both crouched, knees in the dirt, guns held loose but ready.
Sam swallowed hard, fighting to control his breathing as he glanced about them, assessing.
“You’re the sniper, Buck,” he said, gaze returning to the other man as he raised a hand to shield his eyes against the relentless Louisiana sun. “What’s the range on these things?”
“Not enough,” Bucky replied grimly, hefting the gun one-handed.
The bushes rustled. Sam jerked his head toward the noise, and-
Blue paint exploded across his chest as Bucky laughed.
“Uncle Sam’s down!”
Drabble #6 - Not that evil
Rating : General Audiences
Bucky hated horror films with a passion. Perhaps because his life always had felt like a real-life nightmare, but he simply couldn’t understand the point of such movies : people enjoying scaring themselves on purpose ? It was beyond him. So when Bob had placed a controller in his hands to introduce him to Resident Evil 7 – the best one, according to his boyfriend – he’d hesitated. A horror game ?
- And you said you hated anything to do with horror.
Bob’s voice is amused, but Bucky doesn’t reply. He has to admit, there is something amusing about killing molded creatures with a knife.
Drabble #7 - Tell Me
Rating: General Audiences
Truth or dare— it had been her idea.
He took every dare. Deflecting with charm, disarming with that smile. Precise control— always aware of what he was capable of, what he carried, what his left sleeve concealed.
She noticed— the carefulness, not the charm.
"Truth," she said, turning it back. "What d'you actually want, Bucky?"
Not Congressman. Bucky.
He went still.
The candles burned low. Wine sat forgotten. Every careful thing about him simply… dissolved.
"Someone who isn't afraid of this," he answered quietly, gaze over her shoulder.
She reached across and took his left hand deliberately. Held it. Stayed.
Drabble #8 – Mission Pre-Gaming
Rating: General Audiences
“Enough with the judgy glare.”
Bucky didn’t ease his absolutely judgement-filled glare.
Across the Quinjet, Walker’s jaw flexed. He shrugged. “What? It’s a good catchphrase. ‘Game time.’”
“When we met, I thought you completely ridiculous,” Ava said, loading mags into her belt. “Then I surmised there was more to you. But my instincts were flawless.”
“Ooo, burn,” Yelena crowed. “You’re like if a golden retriever got hit with bottle of Axe. So much barking, lots of cologne, teenage boy energy, zero subtlety.”
Walker scoffed and countered.
Bucky turned away, smirk twitching his lips.
His circus, his monkeys. Could be worse.
Drabble #9 - French Defense
Rating: PG-13
"Don't look at me like that. This is serious."
Imogen arched her eyebrow. "Is it now?"
Bucky examined the board, ignoring the tempting curve of her lips and the purposeful caress of her foot against his calf.
"You're trying to distract me. It's not gonna work," he grumbled.
"It already has. You're playing right into my hand." Another infuriating stroke as she leaned forward, eyes dark.
"Gimlet," he warned.
"Go on, make your move."
Bucky took a deep breath and moved his rook across the board. Without missing a beat, she moved her queen and smirked.
"Checkmate."
"Oh, fuck you."
Drabble #10 - Hide and Seek
Rating: General Audiences
Bucky kept perfectly still behind the pantry's large door, breath quiet, metal arm pinned close so it wouldn’t knock the shelves, wouldn't whir..He’d chosen the best hiding spot in the house, which was exactly why the uncoordinated footsteps pattering down the hall made him smile.
The door flew back.
“Found you, Daddy!” his daughter squealed.
Bucky’s grin broke wide as he scooped her up one-handed, her giggles bursting bright against his neck.
“You did, sweetheart.”
“I always find you.” She cupped his face proudly, eyes shining.
The certainty of her tone lifted his heart.
“Yeah,” Bucky murmured. “You always do.”
Drabble #11 - You can leave your hat on
Rating: General Audiences
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Which is how Bucky found himself in possession of an oversized pink cowboy hat.
Next to him, your body shook with barely contained giggles.
“What’s your name, champ?” the overeager quiz host held out a microphone.
“Bucky,” he replied flatly.
“Buck - seriously?”
Bucky nodded.
“Give it up for our winner tonight... Bucky!”
The rest of the bar cheered, you loudest of all, adding in a few whoops and whistles.
He grimaced. “I look like an idiot.”
“But you’re my idiot.”
“You don’t gotta wear this hat.”
“Giddy up cowboy, take me home,” you winked.
Drabble #12 - It's All Fun and Games
Rating: General Audiences
“You can’t trust anything Val arranges. You know she’s evil, right?”
Bucky looked so earnest with that warning. Sam wanted to punch him. Might have, if not for the cameras.
“It’s just a friendly match. For charity.”
It was an olive branch Sam felt forced to accept considering the tensions between their teams. Seeing the assortment of ninjas, supersoldiers and actual wizards warming up had Sam wishing the warning had come sooner.
“It’s a game,” he repeated. “We can handle it.”
On the field, Walker said something and Bruce turned green.
“I’d rather face Thanos again,” Bucky muttered.
Sam agreed.
Drabble #13 – Let's Play
Rating: Teen
“Let’s play a game.”
You raised an eyebrow as Bucky circled you like a wolf. He had already removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, casually twirling one of his signature knives. You were sure it intimidated most people.
You thought it made him look sexier.
“Ooh. A game,” you teased, arching as best as you could against the restraints. “What’s my prize if I win?”
“Tell me what I want to know, and I won’t kill your dad,” he answered.
“And what if I want him dead?”
Bucky paused.
And smiled.
“Oh, I’m gonna love playing with you.”
That's it for Team Sweet!
Are you ready to read Team Spicy? Head over here for the final three fics!
If you've ready to vote, here's the link!
While the poll requires a Google sign-in, we are not collecting emails so your vote is still entirely anonymous. You're only allowed to vote once, though, so make sure you've read all the fics you can before you submit your four favorites.
We'll reveal our four authors on Friday evening. Until then--have a great day and happy reading!
We have an extremely exciting round for everyone today! Sixteen amazing drabbles from sixteen amazing authors. Get your game faces on and toes to the starting line, because this week the prompt is:
GAME TIME!
And in a fun twist, our authors even managed to sort themselves into teams. We're got sweet versus spicy this week: 13 fics on the sweeter side, 3 fics on the spicier end of things. You'll find all the spicy drabbles (teen+ and mature) below the cut. Our sweeter drabbles (gen through teen) are in a different post (don't worry, we'll link you again).
We would appreciate reblogs of both story posts if you can. We also ask that you only read the spicier fics if you are comfortable doing so. (They are mostly spicy due to sexual situations and innuendo; no actual sex occurs within the fics themselves.)
As always, there is a link to vote at the end of each story post. Please vote for your four favorite drabbles. The authors of the four drabbles with the fewest votes will be revealed and awarded their own personal Cyrofreezes; the remaining authors will continue on to Round 3.
Ready to play? GAME ON!
Drabble #14 - Vocab Vixen
Rating: Teen+
You place the last letter of your word: S-W-O-L-L-E-N, and look at your boyfriend. Bucky shrugs and takes two tiles from his rack nearly full of vowels. He plays L-A-Y off of your word. Eyeing your letters, you raise a brow and play N-A-K-E-D.
"I'm sensing a theme," Bucky says before playing E-A-T. You squirm in your seat at the thought.
You play T-U-R-G-I-D off that and try to hold back a giggle.
"Triple word score, you naughty minx," he says as you calculate your score. "How can I compete with the Scrabble Seductress? You have a voracious vocabulary, baby."
“Don’t laugh or we start over,” Bucky says, pulling the blindfold over your eyes.
The first strike of wood distracts you from his odd instruction. With each strike, the pain gives way to pleasure until you’re dripping.
“Last one. You’re doing so well for me,” Bucky coos, cool metal soothing your sore bottom.
You brace yourself for the final impact.
Squawk!
A chuckle escapes you, turning into a full belly laugh. Lifting the blindfold, you see Bucky holding a paddle.
With a rubber chicken tied to it.
“We’ll have to start over,” Bucky grins.
“You bastard,” you say between giggles.
Drabble #16 – Play Dirty
Rating: Mature (sexual situations)
“It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, doll,” you hear as the bathroom door snaps shut.
You look up from fixing your lipstick.
“What game, Congressman Barnes?” you smile in the mirror.
His bow tie is crooked, hair disheveled from repeatedly dragging his hand through it all evening.
Bucky steps behind you, metal fingers trace your hip before gripping it.
“The one where I bend you over this sink,” he murmurs and his flesh hand slides up your thigh, pushing your dress higher, “and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“Oh, that game…” You lean forward just slightly. “That’s my favourite.”
That's it for Team Spicy!
Are you ready to read Team Sweet? Head over here for the first thirteen fics!
If you've ready to vote, here's the link!
While the poll requires a Google sign-in, we are not collecting emails so your vote is still entirely anonymous. You're only allowed to vote once, though, so make sure you've read all the fics you can before you submit your four favorites.
We'll reveal our four authors on Friday evening. Until then--have a great day and happy reading!
Something nobody prepares you for is that the better you get at writing the harder it becomes. beginners write freely because they don't know enough to know what's wrong. then you learn. and suddenly you can see every single flaw in real time as you're making it and you have to write anyway while your own brain is in the corner going "that's a weak verb. that transition is lazy. you've used that word three times." getting good at this is mostly just getting better at ignoring yourself.
Not that I think I’m better but recognising that I catch myself doing this more often. I can hear my English teacher screaming if I even think about using a ‘dead word’ 🫣
There are so many words in the English language… use a thesaurus… 🙈
You know that meme about your brain having so many tabs open but you don’t know where the music is coming from? I can’t find the thesaurus either
And then there’s that one effing typo you somehow missed…
