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Fooled
Characters: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 299
Now Playing: Praying by Kesha
Content Warnings: Angst, implied threat of violence, gender neutral reader.
A/N: Swapped day three of June Jukebox Scribbles. This might be the most angsty piece I’ve ever actually written, and it’s just the start for what I have coming in terms of angst later this year 😈 I think I see the appeal?
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The room is deafeningly quiet. The floorboards beneath your knees are cold and unforgiving, but not more than the glare currently beating down on you.
Bucky looms over you, hands clenched in fists of flesh and metal, and jaw locked so tight it's a wonder his teeth haven't cracked.
"You almost had me fooled."
oh the ANGST is working overtime 😩
GOOD!
Born to Sing
Characters: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Jazz Singer!Reader
Word Count: 300
Now Playing: Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey
Content Warnings: Fluff, love entranced at first sight, fem!reader.
A/N: Swapped out day two of June Jukebox Scribbles. There’s not much I love more than loverboy Buck, especially if it’s 40’s loverboy Buck! Divider by me.
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The jazz club is dim, smoke filling the room in a lazy haze. A smell of wine and cheap perfume fill Bucky's nose as he steps inside, the air almost suffocating beneath the tight collar and tie of his uniform.
Loverboy Buck supremacy, I’m so serious.
DAVID CORENSWET as SCOTT MILLER
➤• TWISTERS (2024) DIR. LEE ISAAC CHUNG
Fooled
Characters: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 299
Now Playing: Praying by Kesha
Content Warnings: Angst, implied threat of violence, gender neutral reader.
A/N: Swapped day three of June Jukebox Scribbles. This might be the most angsty piece I’ve ever actually written, and it’s just the start for what I have coming in terms of angst later this year 😈 I think I see the appeal?
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The room is deafeningly quiet. The floorboards beneath your knees are cold and unforgiving, but not more than the glare currently beating down on you.
Bucky looms over you, hands clenched in fists of flesh and metal, and jaw locked so tight it's a wonder his teeth haven't cracked.
"You almost had me fooled."
now…Ashley. yes i’m full naming you, because what is this?
it’s amazing first of all, but??? this is just begging to be turned into a full story 🥹🥹
what do you mean we’re working for rumlow? what do you mean Bucky has fallen for us, but then tells us to leave. i want more storrrryyyyy
obviously only if you want, i’m being dramatic lmaoao
I—
I have no plans, but you never know?? 🥹
DAVID CORENSWET as SCOTT MILLER
➤• TWISTERS (2024) DIR. LEE ISAAC CHUNG
Bring Me Back To You
Character: Dr. Chris Beck (The Martian)
Prompt day 3 swap: Wherever You Will Go - The Calling
Summary: space angst
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Damn you, Chris Beck! shakes fist
Fooled
Characters: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 299
Now Playing: Praying by Kesha
Content Warnings: Angst, implied threat of violence, gender neutral reader.
A/N: Swapped day three of June Jukebox Scribbles. This might be the most angsty piece I’ve ever actually written, and it’s just the start for what I have coming in terms of angst later this year 😈 I think I see the appeal?
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The room is deafeningly quiet. The floorboards beneath your knees are cold and unforgiving, but not more than the glare currently beating down on you.
Bucky looms over you, hands clenched in fists of flesh and metal, and jaw locked so tight it's a wonder his teeth haven't cracked.
"You almost had me fooled."
if there’s one thing about me it’s that i’m gonna eat up angst every. single. time.
this was *so* good 😭😭
THANK YOU! I’m glad you liked it!
Every Word
Title: Every Word
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Female Reader
Warnings: Cocky Lance, flirting, suggestive tension Words: 290 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 1st - “I never understood a single word he said.”
“So there I am,” Lance went on, arms folding across his chest, “international meet, crowd going insane, cameras everywhere and this official comes storming up to me.”
“Storming?” you questioned, not so sure..
“Storming,” Lance confirmed. “Red in the face. Hands everywhere. Shouting.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “At you?”
“At me.” He looked deeply offended you’d even ask. “Like I’m not Lance Tucker. Like I didn’t just put three of their countries gymnasts to shame just by existing near a pommel horse.”
“Devastating for them.” God you couldn’t believe him sometimes..
“Exactly.” He pointed at you. “You get it.”
You absolutely did not, but his confidence was doing unfair things to your concentration at times, and even more to that empty place between your legs.
“What was he saying?”
“No idea.” Lance shrugged, completely unbothered. “I never understood a single word he said.”
You blinked. “So.. You just let him yell at you?”
“No, sweetheart.” He pushed off the wall, closing the space between you. “I stood there. Toe to toe. Let him get it all out while I looked him dead in the eye.”
“That was your power move?”
“Then I walked away.”
You tried not to laugh. Truly, you tried. But your smile gave you away.
Lance noticed.
His hand came up beside your head, palm pressing flat to the wall. Suddenly, all that ridiculous confidence had weight. Heat. Direction.
At you.
“You think that’s funny?” he murmured, leaning in until his voice dropped against your face.
“A little.”
His grin softened into something worse. “That’s okay. I’m sure when it’s you screaming, I’ll understand every word that leaves those pretty lips.”
Your cheeks went hot
Lance’s smile turned victorious. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
“That’s okay. I’m sure when it’s you screaming, I’ll understand every word that leaves those pretty lips.”
Oh I just BLUSHED. Like well and truly BLUSHED.
Look At Me
Title: Look At Me
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Minors DNI, Couch sex, PIV.. Insecuirty (Bucky).. angsty vibe..
Words: 300 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 3rd - Season of the Witch – Donovan/ “What do you think I see?”
The worn leather of the couch creaked beneath you, a sound easily drowned out by the ragged, trembling breaths slipping from Bucky’s lips. You were straddled over his lap, the thick, aching weight of him stretched deep inside you. But as you set the pace, sinking down to take him fully, his hands suddenly slid away from your hips.
He gripped the cushions, white-knuckled as his head tilted back, his jaw clenching. That familiar shadow of doubt was creeping in a sudden, fierce wave of vulnerability making him want to pull back, to shield you from his own intensity. But you weren’t going to let him retreat.
“Look at me,” you whispered, leaning forward until your chest brushed his. You rode him with a slow, agonizingly deliberate tilt of your hips, forcing a low, wrecked groan from his throat. When his blue eyes finally met yours, they were clouded with quiet panic.
"You gotta stop... I don't want to hurt you," he mumbled, trying to shift beneath you, trying to deny what you were so eager to take.
Anchoring yourself, you cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to hold your gaze. "What do you think I see?" you asked softly, pressing your forehead to his. He swallowed hard, silent.
"Answer me, please," you purred, rolling your hips. The slick, friction-heated contact drew another aching groan from his chest. "I want you to watch me, Bucky. See exactly how much I love having you inside me."
Your hand slid down to his shoulder, rising up before sinking down slowly. The breathless sound that left you both was pure sin.
Bucky’s eyes darkened, the shy retreat instantly evaporating. "Fuck... remember, you asked for this." His hands locked onto your hips and he bucked upward, taking fierce control of the rhythm.
Bucky, you perfect man. You won’t hurt me, I promise!
Window Seat
Title: Window Seat
Pairing: Chris Beck x Female Reader
Warnings: Flirting, suggestive banter, outdoor sex jokes Words: 299 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 3rd - “When I look out my window.”
June was suffocatingly warm, Chris was leaning back in the grass, his bare chest catching the silver glow of the moon, looking incredibly handsome and he knew it. He was leaving for training in a few weeks, and it was becoming too real.
He turned his head, a devastatingly charming, lopsided smirk playing on his lips. He leaned down, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rumble against your ear.
"When I look out my window and see all those stars," he started, fingers tracing slow, maddening circles on your hip, "I want to think about your eyes... and how they looked when you were your, wrapped around me. Squeezing me.”
You let out a soft snort, though your chest did a stupid little flutter. You poked him squarely in the center of his chest. "I'm not fucking you outside... so you can be all dreamy while in space."
Beck groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your collarbone in a silent, warm plea. "Come on, that way when you look up at the stars when I'm gone you'll think of this moment too. It'll be romantic."
"Still not going to fuck you outside," you repeated, though your voice lacked any real bite as his hands slid lower, reaching your thighs.
To be fair, the mental image did have appeal. Chris over you under the canopy of the midnight sky, his body driving into yours on a soft blanket in the grass. But it was June.
You absolutely refused to get your ass eaten alive by mosquitoes just so your dorky astronaut boyfriend could have a rope under the stars.
"Inside," you negotiated, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his mouth down to yours. "But I'll leave the blinds open."
The way I would’ve agreed so fast is actually embarrassing lowkey 👀 but I’m a hopeless romantic who also loves the stars. I see his point very clearly hahaha
Pearly White
Title: Pearly White
Pairing: Jester!Jefferson x Princess!Female Reader
Warnings: Dark fairytale court vibes, captivity themes, implied cruelty, tension Words: 300 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles I have been thinking on these two for a while.. so happy to have something down!!! Prompt: June 3rd - “And he shows them pearly white.”
“Bring out the jester.”
The words rolled from your father’s mouth, rich with wine, your fingers tightened around the stem of your goblet.
Already, the court began to stir.
Lords shifted forward. Ladies hid smiles behind jeweled hands. Somewhere down the table, a man chuckled before there was anything to laugh at.
You stared at your plate, dreading what came next.
Him.
The side doors opened. Jefferson tumbled out in a flash of motley silk, bells snapping bright at his wrists. He landed in a low bow, one hand pressed dramatically to his heart.
“My king,” he lifted his head just enough for dark curls to fall from his face. “I rushed here the moment I heard the room had grown dull. Naturally, I assumed someone had begun discussing taxes.”
Laughter burst around the hall.
Your father laughed loudest.
Jefferson sprang upright, light and quick as a thrown knife. Plucking an apple from a passing servant’s tray, tossed it high, catching it between his teeth.
The court roared. Jefferson smiled around the fruit.
And he showed them pearly white.
Your stomach tightened.
They saw a fool. A trick. A pretty captive trained to amuse them between courses. You saw the stretch of that grin. Too sharp. Too full of teeth. A tiger in silk, baring warning after warning while everyone praised the shine of his cage.
Jefferson bit into the apple with a wet crack, juice sliding down his wrist. His eyes swept the hall as he chewed, passing over flushed faces.
Then he looked at you. the smile did not soften.
Something stirred beneath your ribs, dangerous and nameless, as though some foolish part of you had heard the growl and stepped closer anyway.
Jefferson bowed, his eyes stayed on yours.
You looked away, shame burning on your cheeks.
There’s not enough Jefferson in the Stan fandom! I love this, Society!
ROUGH DAY
PAIRING: congressman!bucky barnes x female reader WORD COUNT: 300 WARNINGS: slight suggestive content(?), bucky really loves his girl, no use of y/n, established relationship. SONG PROMPT: i wanna be bad by willa ford LYRICS: “i won’t do that.” / “i wanna be bad.” NOTE: so did we all see the photos of mr. stan looking too hot for his own good as soon as we woke up yesterday? because i did and crashed out and this was the outcome.
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I’d give in so fast. Congressman wants to be bad? Let’s be bad together, shall we? 😈
Pan Fried
Steve Kemp x Reader
♪ Prompt | Mack the Knife by Bobby Darin | Scarlet billows start to spread. ♪ Summary | Maybe...grabbing a cast iron skillet wasn't the best idea... ♪ Warnings + Tags | Mature fic warning!!! Mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, blood mention, death briefly mentioned, talks of cannibalism ♪ Phoenix Chirps | Please heed the warnings! This one's a tad dark. Steve Kemp, where do I begin? I know it makes me an awful person, but I would've gladly adopted to his lifestyle...also three days of staying UNDER the word limit. Let us rejoice! ♪ Word Count | 300
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This was supposed to be easy. Or at least a way to prove that you no longer needed to be kept in a cell like a lamb awaiting slaughter.
The parameters Steve Kemp had set forth were two fold. One, find a victim. Two, bring her to him. As a reward, your shackles would be loosened - both physically and mentally.
Maybe you shouldn't have let Stockholm Syndrome take over. But you knew that the man that courted you for months and slept in your bed before he kidnapped you to upstate New York was still in there. And if by bringing him a victim you would be able to live in domestic bliss? Well, there was shockingly little that would stand in your way.
"Steve, I - I fucked up," your voice trembled, watching scarlet billows start to spread onto the stark white tiles. That was going to be a bitch to clean. Your weapon of choice, a cast iron skillet, clattered to the floor as the events of what transpired caught up to you.
Okay, maybe a skillet shouldn't have been the first thing to reach your grasp, but you were desperate. Days of trying to convince your new 'friend' to take a trip with you was making you grow impatient. And with Steve dangling the promise like a carrot, you…snapped. In a panic, you called the only person you could for help.
A deep sigh sounded on the other end of the line. "Was she scared when you hit her?"
"No…no, she didn't even know it was coming."
A hum of approval had your heart leaping. Maybe you hadn't fucked up too terribly. "Then the meat is still salvageable. I'll be there soon to help you, sweets. I'm so proud of you for doing what I asked."
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I'm so proud of you for doing what I asked."
…oh.
Town Gossip
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader Word Count: 296 Audience: Teen+ Synopsis: You make Lee jealous when you tell him about your day. A/N: June 3rd submission for June Jukebox Scribbles with the song prompt Mack the Knife by Bobby Darin. Lyrics in bold. Event Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3
You stir a pot of green beans on the stove before wiping your hands on your apron. Working part-time as a bank teller at Knockemstiff Savings & Loan keeps you busy, and you love sharing town gossip with Lee when he comes over.
"Now did ya hear 'bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe, after drawin' out all his hard-earned cash."
Lee shakes his head where he's stationed at your small dining table with a beer. "Louie Miller hasn't earned a dollar through God's honest hard work a day in his life. He's a trust fund kid suckin' on a silver spoon."
Louie Miller hasn't earned a dollar through God's honest hard work a day in his life.
Oh? Coming from the corrupt Sheriff? 🤭
Also, I’d be his girl the moment I laid eyes on him. He wouldn’t even have to say a word. One look and I’d be pouncing on him 🤣
Fooled
Characters: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 299
Now Playing: Praying by Kesha
Content Warnings: Angst, implied threat of violence, gender neutral reader.
A/N: Swapped day three of June Jukebox Scribbles. This might be the most angsty piece I’ve ever actually written, and it’s just the start for what I have coming in terms of angst later this year 😈 I think I see the appeal?
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The room is deafeningly quiet. The floorboards beneath your knees are cold and unforgiving, but not more than the glare currently beating down on you.
Bucky looms over you, hands clenched in fists of flesh and metal, and jaw locked so tight it's a wonder his teeth haven't cracked.
"You almost had me fooled."