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A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Word Count: 220
A familiar voice calls your name making you look up from your book. You're surprised to see him in this part of town.
"Long time no see, Ransom," you greet. "Or do I have to call you 'Hugh' these days?"
"You never have to call me that," he's quick say. "We were friends for a very long time."
"Were we?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Fair," he rolls his eyes as he sits across from you. "I haven't seen you since you cut ties with your folks."
"That's by design."
"I suppose," he grumbles. "Do you ever miss the rich life?"
"Not really," you confess. "Every day I get to be myself and not what my parents want me to be. I don't have to perform for 'friends'. And I can sleep pretty well knowing that my life is real."
"Can't put a price on good sleep, I guess."
"Every night's another reason why I left it all," you nod. "No more crying myself to sleep. I don't have to wake up extra early to get my makeup and hair perfect. I can eat what I want, when I want. It's a good life."
Ransom looks uncomfortable for a minute before leaning in close.
Oh, this was interesting. I like that reader trusts Ransom enough to share her most vulnerable moments and I also like that her words managed to go through his demeanor and made him realize he is not the master of his own life.
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A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Swapped the original for: Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 10+years older than Mike), Alcohol consumption, Bad parents, Drunkenness, Power imbalance. Please let me know if I missed any!
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If anyone asks, Mike will say he's staying late because he's wanting time with you. It's a true statement, if not the entire truth. It's also because it's better than going home to a place that reeks with a smell of wine and cheap perfume. Especially since Chaz has been bringing his latest girl around the penthouse making Mom drink to forget her "wasted youth".
He's heard about people cutting ties with family, but he's certain that's not an option for him. Not without leaving town, at least. And he's not going to leave his brand new job and brand new relationship. His family takes so much, he won't give them you as well.
"Well hey there handsome," you coo at Mike. His face instantly transforms into a smile. You're not sure if you actually have that kind of effect on him or if he's just trying to hide how sad, how tired he really is.
"How are you doing beautiful?" he beams, practically bouncing on his toes.
"I'm thinking of going out for dinner tonight. Wanna make it a date? If you have other plans, that's okay."
Mike's smile widens, "that sounds way better than my plans. I was just gonna go home and cook up some instant ramen or something."
"Oh puppy, you need better nutrition than that!" you quietly exclaim. "Then again, I'm not much of a cook either, so I can't judge."
"Maybe we could take a cooking class together sometime! I think one of the guys in my department takes them, maybe I could ask him for a rec?"
"Sounds like a good plan for another date," you smile at him.
The two of you really can't believe you're so lucky to find someone who genuinely wants to spend time with you.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
Looking ahead at the June Jukebox Scribbles prompts and I'm stuck at “Only those in love could know”. I've got a few too many ideas so my brain isn't braining.
Looking ahead at the June Jukebox Scribbles prompts and I'm stuck at “Only those in love could know”. I've got a few too many ideas so my brain isn't braining.
Looking ahead at the June Jukebox Scribbles prompts and I'm stuck at “Only those in love could know”. I've got a few too many ideas so my brain isn't braining.
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Warnings: Married fluff, interrupted intimacy, parenting chaos
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles connected to this and this
Prompt: June 9th - “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die.”
Bucky kissed you like the morning would go on forever. Slow. Warm. With just that little bit of hunger behind it, his hand holding your cheek and the other curled around your hip, dragging you closer under the blankets. His hair was sleep-mussed, his jaw rough against your cheek. But when he made that low, pleased sound when your fingers slipped into it, you almost moaned.
“Door’s locked?” he murmured against your mouth.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Kids still asleep?”
“Should be.” That was as far as hope got.
Something crashed down the hall. A small voice shouted, “I didn’t do it!”
A second voice immediately yelled, “YES YOU DID!”
You and Bucky froze, mouths still touching.
Then came a thump.
Silence….The terrible kind.
Bucky exhaled slowly through his nose. “Nope.”
“Nope,” you agreed, already laughing into his shoulder.
He rolled onto his back with the long-suffering sigh of a man denied by his own offspring far too many times. “Remember how excited we were when they were on the way?”
You propped yourself up on one elbow, grinning. “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die?”
“Yeah.” He stared at the ceiling. “Turns out that feeling isn’t infinite...” he joked
You smacked his chest, laughing. “Bucky.”
“What? I love them. I would die for them.” Another suspicious bang sounded. His eyes closed. “I just didn’t think it’d hoping death would be before breakfast.”
You kissed his shoulder. “We’ll be sorry when they’re older and don’t need us.”
His expression softened at that, even as another shout echoed down the hall.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “We will.”
Then something shattered.
Bucky sat up quickly. “But today ain’t that day.”
You watched him grab sweatpants, grumbling as he went.
“Remember we love them!” You called as he went out the door.
Warnings: Weapons deal, threat/intimidation, dark flirting, dangerous tension
Words: 270 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 8th - Living La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin/ “Like a bullet to your brain.”
The warehouse smelled like oil, saltwater..
You had brought August Walker for one reason.
Not to negotiate. Not to charm.
He was there to stand behind you and make your words heavier.
Instead, he stepped forward.
“The price doubled,” he announced loudly
Every head turned.
Your smile stayed fixed, but something cold slid neatly into place behind your ribs.
Across the warehouse, the broker stilled. His men did too. August remained calm, broad and silent now, like he had not just taken a knife to weeks of careful work.
You let the quiet stretch until it became painful.
Then you looked up at him.
“Did I ask you to speak?”
His gaze cut to yours. “I’m handling it.”
“No,” your voice soft enough that others couldn’t hear. “You’re failing at the one job I brought you here to do.”
A muscle jumped in August’s jaw.
“Back off,” he murmured, not looking away. “Unless you want to burn every bridge in this room.”
You smiled then, slow and sharp.
“If I have to do your job for you, Walker, will be messy, like a bullet to your brain messy.”
The threat settled between you.
His eyes darkened, not with fear. You would have been disappointed if it were fear.
No, August looked at you like he was deciding whether to kill you or kiss you.
One of the broker’s men shifted.
August’s hand moved first, barely lifting his jacket to reveal the gun at his ribs.
The room froze.
You did not look away from him, this was the moment. You weren’t backing down.
“Original price,” you called, done with male bullshit.
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+, FwB hook up, Friends to lovers, PiV Sex, Smut
Words: 298 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 9th - “Well, you said that we would still be friends”
Johnny groaned, his breath hot against your neck as he slid deep inside you.
His skin was radiating a feverish, supernatural heat that made your insides feel like they were melting around his cock.
"We're still friends, right?" he rasped, his voice strained and husky. He paused for a second, his chest heaving against your breasts, hips grinding into yours.
You let out a shaky breath, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you arched your back.
"Well... you said that we would still be friends," you countered, your voice trembling from the friction.
A smirk played on his lips, a flash of that classic Johnny Storm arrogance blending with raw desire.
"Oh, totally," he whispered. He shifted his weight, his voice dropping. "I mean, friends do this kinda thing all the time, right?"
The joke was the catalyst.
Johnny didn't wait for an answer; he gripped your hips with bruising force and slammed back into you, driving his cock deep and hitting that precise spot that made your vision blur.
“Yes.” The word coming any way as your head snapped back against the pillows. “All the time.”
“Good.” He sounded as ruined as you did before he thrust harder, a loud, guttural moan escaping your throat as your walls clenched violently around him, milking him in a tight, desperate grip.
Fuck it
You reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down into a hard, your tongues clashing with the same intensity as your bodies.
More
You pushed your hips back hard into his, meeting every thrust with a frantic energy, no longer caring about the boundaries or how messy this ‘friendship’ was about to get.
All that mattered was the feeling of him filling you completely as you both spiralled into the heat.
Oh my 🥵 this friendship is gonna be so messy. And with Johnny, I am not sure it’s gonna end well. He might run away the moment she wants to get too close….
Let’s hope I am wrong and if not, she’d better get railed as much as she can. 💚
“... I didn’t think twice about the transformation. I think it’s all about serving the story and these people and at that point, you’ve got to just put yourself in the backseat.”
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“I feel a premonition”
Word Count: 197
James had been in the field often enough that he could sense when something was off. He could never explain it beyond, "I feel a premonition." It was like a sixth sense telling him a predator was stalking, a venomous snake was in the vicinity, a thief is going for his wallet.
He'd hoped that being with you would help him calm his nerves, and it did. For a bit. But when your companionship turned into something romantic, his nerves picked up again. He was scared to lose you. He needed to protect you. He couldn't relax until he knew you were safe.
The only time he could rest, give his nervous system a break, was when he was in your arms. You held him with such gentle strength it was easy to melt into your touch. Your hands gently rubbing up and down his back helped ground him. Nuzzling your face against him tells him he's wanted, appreciated. He feels safe.
Your apartment is his sanctuary. Your arms are his reprieve. When you're with him, there is nothing he needs to focus on outside of you.
And he'll love you forever for that feeling of safety.
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🧚🏻♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now (if you feel inspired) you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + bickering over the best freeze pop flavor
Freeze Pops
"I gotta admit, I was half expecting a catfish scenario with that profile picture of yours," you confess.
"You know, I get that pretty often. Maybe I should stop using shirtless photos," Colin laughs.
"Seriously, though, what's a guy like you doing on a dating site?"
Colin shrugs, smile never dropping, "I'm good with one-night-stands, not relationships. I'm actually looking for something serious but all I know how to do is take girls home for a night."
"So if this date goes well, I can expect some very skilled lovemaking, huh? You sure you're not a conman?" you giggle.
"Pretty sure. Especially with all the seemingly random questions you asked before agreeing to meet."
Your cheeks heat up a little. "Girl's gotta be careful."
"Fair, absolutely fair," he concedes. "But can I ask which ones I 'got right' so to speak?"
"Well you definitely answered the food related ones correctly."
He laughs at that. "Yeah, that tracks. So I'm guessing you also think blue raspberry is the best flavor of freeze pop."
"Oh not at all," you shake your head. "My favorite is always the orange freeze pops. But, with your favorite being blue raspberry, it means I won't have to share my orange pops!"
Colin's face goes serious as gently takes your hand and starts singing "So This is Love" from Cinderella.
