It's been a while, but I'll be taking part in @societynsoelsscribbles 'June Jukebox' event! 🎉
I've included the babe I plan to write each prompt for - but if you see a prompt and YOU want a different babe, just drop me a message and let me know! Now…. Can I complete all 30?!
Note - if you're on the Bucky taglist, you'll only get tagged in the Bucky ones, so if you fancy a peek at the others then come tell me! 💕
June Jukebox Masterlist
June 1 – Joy To The World / "I never understood a single word he said" Bucky
June 2 – I Wanna Be Bad / "No I can't promise that I won't do that" Nick Fowler
June 3 – Mack the Knife / "And he shows them pearly white" Nick Fowler
June 4 – Right Place, Wrong Time / "But I'm having such a good time" Chris Beck
June 5 – Hey! Baby / "I'm gonna make her mine, all mine" Bucky
June 6 – Therefore I Am / "I don't think I caught your name" Nick Fowler
June 7 – Jump (For My Love) / "I know you like what you see" Nick Fowler
June 8 – Living La Vida Loca / "I feel a premonition" Bucky
June 9 – Somebody That I Used To Know / "Like when you said you felt so happy you could die" Bucky
June 10 – Pink Pony Club / "Every night's another reason why I left it all" Bucky
June 11 – Little Bitty Pretty One / "Tell you a story" Chris Beck
June 12 – Tainted Love / "I cannot stand the way you tease" Nick Fowler
June 14 – Play That Funky Music / "Til you die?" Chris Beck
June 16 – Every Breath You Take / "Every smile you fake" Nick Fowler
June 18 – Come and Get Your Love / "If you want some, take some" Chris Beck
June 20 – I Touch Myself / "I don't want anybody else" (song swap) Nick Fowler
June 23 – I Believe In A Thing Called Love / "We'll be rocking till the sun goes down" Chris Beck
June 25 – Rude / "I hate to do this, you leave no choice" Nick Fowler
June 27 – The Dark End of the Street / "That's where we always meet" Nick Fowler
June 30 – Dancing Queen / "Anybody could be that guy" (song swap) Chris Beck
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Summary: Apparently, you're too old for your hobby. Bucky disagrees.
Word Count: Over 2k
Warnings: Purely self-indulgent, reader has kids, mention of fanfiction and anon hate, writer positivity, age positivity, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I had to this, okay? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You were sitting on the couch, scanning the words on your screen. You read them once. Twice. Part of you wanted to smile at the terrible grammar that dared to grace your inbox, and the rest of you was stunned by the sheer audacity of what you saw.
Screenshot. Blocked. Done.
Bucky walked in with a mug in his hand and took a seat beside you, which brought a small smile to your face. He liked being close. You were one of the only people he let into his personal space bubble.
“You okay?” he asked when you set your phone down. “You’re being quiet.”
“I’m quiet sometimes,” you tried to tease.
He tilted his head. “No, this is a different kind of quiet. Something happened,” he said because he knew you so well. “And I want to fix it.”
You smiled again. Of course, he wanted to fix it. That was the kind of man he was.
“Apparently, I’m too old to have hobbies,” you stated.
An adorably confused look crossed his face and you wanted to kiss him for being so cute. “You’re… what?”
“I got some anonymous ask on my blog basically telling me to stop posting fanfiction because I’m too old and I should do something my age,” you explained, showing him the screenshot.
Bucky stared at the screenshot, his fingers twitching before they curled into fists. He didn’t say anything. It didn’t even look like he was breathing.
The cold that filled his blue eyes told you he was about two seconds from somehow climbing into the internet and finding this person.
“And before you asked, I didn’t respond. I blocked them,” you explained, keeping the phone out of his reach. “They’re just trolling or trying to get a reaction.”
One of the wonderful things about your blog was that you could curate it for your own experience. If you didn’t want to respond to rude asks or messages, you didn’t have to. If you wanted to, you could. It was that simple.
A downside of the website was that some people seemed to forget to curate their own experiences, like simply unfollowing or blocking blogs and tags if they didn’t like, agree, or want to see them.
“I am reacting,” Bucky said in a quiet voice tinged with building rage.
“I noticed,” you said, not flinching when he set the mug down with a little more force than necessary and took a deep breath.
“That… is one of the dumbest things I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot of stuff.”
You almost laughed, but he was dead serious.
“Does this…” He gestured to your phone and flexed his fingers again. “Askhole really thinks that there’s an expiration date on hobbies? Because there isn’t.”
You shifted and tucked your legs underneath you, giving him your full attention.
“That’s so fucking…” He let out a bitter laugh. “People collect baseball cards into their seventies. Eighties. They paint miniature trains. Build model airplanes. Knit. Garden. Fish. Hunt.”
“They do,” you agreed, running your fingers through his hair just because you could.
He closed his eyes at your touch before he continued. “People go to comic cons and cosplay. They play D&D. Video games.” His voice was starting to rise and your nails touched his scalp again. “And what about grown ass men paint their faces and spend entire weekends yelling at sports games?”
“You sound personally offended.”
He looked at you incredulously. “I am personally offended on your behalf.”
You snuck in a kiss because you couldn’t help yourself. You felt some of the anger leave his body when your lips touched. It meant a lot that he cared so much.
“Don’t distract me,” he whispered.
“I’m not,” you whispered back, smiling when you pulled away. “You just have very kissable lips.”
“So do you,” he said with a smile before he frowned. “But I’m still not happy because they’re acting like people writing stories is somehow less respectable because what? Other people read them online and not from a book?”
You shrugged a little. “It’s fanfiction,” you said softly.
He shrugged, too. “So?”
“So…” You tried to find the words. “Some people think it's an inferior form of writing and a waste of time.”
His brows pinched, something sad filling his eyes. “I think creating something that makes you happy is one of the most adult and superior things you could do.”
You were quiet for a moment. “Really?”
“Really.” He opened his arms for you to move close. “You have two kids who love and adore you and vice versa, and they’re busy with so many activities that you have a calendar to keep it all straight. You make sure they’re never without.”
Your heart swelled. Your babies. No matter how old they got, they would always be your babies. And you wanted them to thrive in life. That was one of the reasons you worked so hard to give them not just a nice home, but a loving one.
“You work 40 hours a week. Sometimes more,” he said, his lips brushing the top of your head. “You pour so much of yourself into that job and your teammates that it wears on you by the end of the week.”
Mist filled your eyes. You did put a lot into your job because your parents taught you the value of hard work. And as frustrating as growth in your job could be, there were perks to your job and you had a great team. That wasn’t easy to come by.
“And when you aren’t pouring yourself into the kids or work, you have a pretty amazing husband who always wants your attention,” he teased, tilting your chin up with a tender smile. “Seriously, I can’t keep my hands off you half the time.”
Heat filled your cheeks and a laugh bubbled up. It amazed you after so many years how your husband still wanted you. Still admired you. He was an amazing partner and father.
You couldn’t ask for anyone better.
“And when you aren’t dealing with a handy husband.” He smirked a little. “You’re paying bills, handling responsibilities, and checking on others. Online and offline.”
Your heart sank a little. Messages sometimes went unanswered. Asks got buried. Comments got late replies. Not on purpose. Never on purpose.
But you felt guilty just the same. It didn’t feel like enough some days. There wasn’t enough time. There wasn’t enough of you to go around.
“I try,” you said sadly.
“You do your best, and people see that,” he said proudly. “And after all that, you write.”
“Yeah.”
You wished you could write every single day. Life rarely gave you the opportunity to do so. You accepted that.
“I’m in fucking awe of you,” he said so seriously that your mouth fell open. “And not just you, but the community you all have online. They may not have your same kind of life or schedule, but they have their own struggles and they still find the time to create and share. You all help keep fandoms alive.”
Everyone had a life and a story to tell. Everyone had their hardships. That was one of the reasons so many of you gravitated to certain characters and communities. Life was tough enough. Building connections helped.
“I guess we do,” you said, much softer.
“Does that piece of shit askhole realize that your creations have touched people? Helped people?”
“I haven’t-”
He silenced you with a deep kiss, the words dying in your throat.
“Don’t you dare say that your writing hasn’t touched or helped at least one person because it has,” he said fiercely, cupping your cheek. “Fluff, smut, angst, soft, dark. There’s something for everyone.”
You did your best to provide a variety of stories, and you adored your readers. They were cheerleaders, supporters, and friends. You wanted them to feel loved and cared for. They deserved that.
“And some coward.” The word tasted bitter in his mouth. “Hiding behind a button doesn’t get to treat you like you don’t belong in your own space because of your age.”
Your eyes burned again. “Bucky…”
“Not to mention, you do this for free in the very limited free time you have.” He brushed his thumb along your cheek. “I’m glad you blocked them. You don’t need that trash in your inbox.”
“I’m glad, too.”
It wasn’t the sort of energy you needed in your space, and blocking them helped take your power back.
“And look at me? I’m over a hundred years old. I’m an old fucking man, and I still have hobbies.” He smiled when you snorted. “Like jumping out of planes.”
“You take after Steve,” you joked.
That beautiful man could be reckless in the best way.
“I like old records.”
“And we dance in the kitchen while listening to them.”
You always felt cherished when he held you close.
“I read,” he said, nodding to the chair where he usually sat to read.
“I should get you reading glasses,” you mused.
Even if he didn’t need them, he’d look sexy in them.
“I’m a science nerd,” he stated proudly.
“I still want to get your glasses.”
Because nerds were sexy as hell.
“I like fixing motorcycles.”
You sighed dreamily. “And you look good on your bike.”
Maybe he could take you for a ride later… in more ways than one.
“I bake with Sam’s nephews.”
You sighed again because the man looked good with kids. “They do love when you add extra chocolate chips to cookies.”
“Extra chocolate chips make it better.” He winked. “And I’m still saving the world every so often.”
You put your hand over his. “My hero.”
“So, if I can still have hobbies at my age, why can’t you?” he asked rhetorically. “If this person really thinks people should stop once they hit a certain, they’re going to live a sad life. If anything, people get better at their hobbies because they’re getting more experience which happens with age.”
You didn’t disagree.
“I don’t care if you’re in your twenties, thirties, forties, fifties, whatever age,” he promised you. “If it brings you joy? If you love it? Then don’t stop creating. Don’t stop writing your stories.”
You closed your eyes when he kissed your forehead. “Even the self-indulgent ones?”
He smiled against your skin. “Especially the self-indulgent ones.”
“Even if I write about other characters?”
“I’ll support you,” he promised.
“What if someone else says I’m still too old?” you asked.
“Then I’ll remind them, once again, that I’m over a hundred years old and they can get fucked.”
“You look very good for your age.” You giggled when he playfully growled and managed to grab your phone. “Hey!”
“You look very good for your age.” You giggled when he playfully growled and managed to grab your phone. “Hey!”
“Forget about them,” he ordered, tucking the device away. “And talk to me about one of the next ideas brewing in that beautiful brain of yours.”
An almost shy smile appeared on your face. Almost. He knew better.
“It might be better if I… show you.”
He leaned back against the cushion and helped you straddle him, his eyes dark as his hands settled on your hips. “I like the sound of that.”
You stopped him before he could pull you down for a kiss. “Bucky?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
You gazed at the man who brought so much light into your life. He helped you connect to others. He fueled your creativity.
You felt very lucky.
“Thanks for loving and seeing me,” you whispered.
His eyes softened. “Thanks for loving and seeing me, too,” he said, meeting you halfway. “And if some askhole bothers you again, send them my way.”
“Yes, sir,” you teased, letting him kiss you.
So, yes, you’d keep posting your stories on your blog.
The self-indulgent ones. The ones you struggled to tell. The ones you put your blood, sweat, and tears into.
You’d joke about the writing process. You’d apologize for late updates. You’d keep on doing what you were doing.
Because there was no expiration date on creativity and hobbies.
And anyone who thought there was?
Well, they didn’t need to read your stories.
Yep. I'm a mom. A wife. A friend. I work. I adult. Fanfiction isn't just fanfiction, lovelies. It's community. Keep doing you. Curate your own experience. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Stucky, Poolverine, very meta, very crack, very weird. This is a very ham-handed attempt to hit all the remaining prompts in one go. I succeeded. The drabble, however, may not have. This drabble meets the requirements for the following prompts:
@societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Don't Speak by No Doubt)
@swoon-june prompt "swoon / free day"
@juneofdoom prompt "I thought you were dead"
@flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 362 "Shouldn't be done"
@stuckygeekevents June Pride 2026 Track 8 "Don't Stop"
@star-and-shield-monthly June prompts "Crap that explains the dreams"
Summary:
The end. Maybe. You guys tell me.
“How are we alive?” gasps Bucky, pawing Steve’s chest. “I thought we were dead—”
“Shh,” soothes Steve, hand over Bucky’s mouth.
“Don’t tell me we fainted…”
“Don’t speak,” Steve warns him. “She’s sixteen words over the limit.”
“Who? What?”
“Then again,” muses Steve, “there’s a couple challenges in July, she could keep writing, she shoudn’t be done with us yet…”
Wade sits straight up in bed, awake with a vengeance. His stomach rumbles angrily.
“Crap,” says Wade. “Guess that explains the dreams.”
“Shut up, I’m sleeping,” grumbles Logan next to him.
I went to see a conversation with Susie Wolff this evening, and it's turned into Mr Day enabling some of my prime nonsense and now we're going to Silverstone for the day on Saturday 🤭
The day he doesn't get on-board my bullshit train will be the first time that poor man knows sanity 🤣
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We’re so excited to officially open sign-ups for the first-ever Star and Shield Collective Writer’s Relay!
Writer’s Relay is a collaborative writing event where writers are matched into teams of three to create a shared story together. The stories should follow a 2+1 format.
For example: Two times she almost confessed + the one time he did.
For this event, you can write for any Anthony Mackie, Chris Evans, or Sebastian Stan characters.
Sign-up Now
Event Timeline
June 20: Sign-ups NOW OPEN
July 2: Sign-ups close at midnight (US ET)
After submitting your sign-up form, you should receive an acknowledgment email within 3 days. If you don’t receive one, please reach out to the mods so we can make sure your sign-up came through.
July 6: Inspiration Prompts posted
July 10: Matches go out
July 11 – July 18: Teams connect, brainstorm and plot
July 18: Send in your writing line-up and fic masterpost
July 19 – August 1: First sprint
August 2 – August 16: Second sprint
August 17 – August 31: Third sprint
You can find the full event details here but here’s a summary…
How It Works
Sign up and indicate your preferences.
We’ll match you with two other writers. Once teams are matched, you’ll have time to connect, pick your prompt, brainstorm, plot, and decide the order your team will write in.
Please let us know your writing line-up before the writing period begins.
Each team member will contribute one chapter, with a minimum of 1,000 words and a maximum of 5,000 words.
The relay will run in two-week writing sprints. The first writer in the line-up will have two weeks to write and post their chapter. Once their chapter is posted, the next writer will have two weeks from that posting date to write and post their part, and so on.
You may post before the end of your sprint if your chapter is ready. Your teammates are also welcome to keep chatting, plotting, and supporting each other throughout the writing period.
Extensions & Pinch Hits
Life happens, and we understand that.
You may request an extension as early as 4 days before the end of your sprint. Extensions can be granted for up to 7 days, but please communicate with the mods as early as possible.
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If you are assigned as a pinch hit writer, you will have 2 weeks to write and post the part of the fic you’ve been assigned.
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Ultimate SPACE HUSBAND!!! I love this one. Lyric from Dancing Queen.
Warnings: absolute wall to wall fluff. The ending to Chris's June Jukebox. Hopefully ending the month on a high!
Words: 321
June Jukebox Masterlist | Main Masterlist
It could have been the fact that he’d been stuck in space with very limited options.
It was probably that.
Because you were about as far from the ideal option as he could get.
As you were very clearly demonstrating with… whatever it was you were currently doing.
He certainly hoped it wasn’t some kind of weird mating ritual (this time), because this time, you were tearing up the dancefloor - a real, light-up dancefloor - with your former Hermes commander.
Melissa Lewis twirled you under her arm, throwing your dress in a wide circle as your shrieked with laughter.
Yes, you were about as far from the ideal option, but only because he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky.
Seeking him out once again, as you had on-board the Hermes, you pointed at him as you sang.
“Anybody could be that guy,” you shimmied over to him, lifting the hem of your wedding dress. “Night is young and the music's hiiiiigh…”
You landed in his lap with a giggle.
“Where’s Mark, he loves this one!”
“He’s at the bar, he hates this one.”
“But you love it.”
“I love you.”
He nudged you back off his lap, tipping you unceremoniously as he stood.
“Hey!”
“Come on then,” he said, taking your hand.
You gasped. “Christopher Beck, are you going to dance?”
“I’m gonna dance, baby.”
Across the table, Martinez whooped and got to his feet. “Yesss! Let’s dance, my man!”
Yeah… with the luxury of being able to speak to literally anyone else, he knew he’d only ever be wanting to kiss you for the rest of his life.
He didn’t need to know how many days, hours, minutes.
He didn’t want to ever be free from your horrendous dancing, awful jokes and beautiful smile.
You looked up and smiled, then winked at him.
He was, he decided, in a significant amount of trouble.
Our threesome continues... Lyrics from Every Breath You Take.
Warnings: threesome, oral (m & f receiving), nudity
Words: 309
June Jukebox Masterlist | Main Masterlist
He sat back deliberately.
He wanted to watch.
And he wanted to enjoy seeing you come apart at the hands of another.
You were extraordinary, he'd always known that.
But watching you now, through different eyes almost, with someone else's hands learning what he already knew by heart…
He'd never been more certain of anything in his life.
Giving you this was easy. It was important. He needed you to know that this was your choice, your decision, every moment of it.
She'd guided you to the bed and laid you out beautifully so that he had the perfect view while she feasted between your thighs.
Over the top of her head, with your hands tangled in her hair, you caught his eye.
He held your gaze, can't you see, you belong to me? He'd once told her. My poor heart aches with every step you take.
You'd silenced his insecurities. And now he'd silence yours.
He sat forward in the chair with his elbows on his knees.
Every breath. Every sound. Every movement.
All his.
Your breathless sighs grew more urgent as you gave in to waves of ecstasy, still holding his gaze.
“Nick -” you pleaded, “please -”
At your request, he finally took his heavy length in hand. You bit your lip, watching every stroke.
When he finally crossed the room to you, you reached for him like he was the only solid thing in the world.
Maybe he was.
You batted his hand away, replacing it with your own. Your grip tightened as you came, writhing against the other woman's mouth as she drank in every drop of you.
She rose with a triumphant grin just as you turned to taste him on your tongue.
With a primal grunt, he pulled your guest close and kissed her roughly.
to celebrate captain america’s birthday, let's throw it back to soft summer days, backyard picnics, and golden hour love stories for the full month of july 🧺☀️
welcome to picnic blanket prompts—a low-pressure, fluff-forward mini writing collab inspired by everything you’d find scattered across a summer picnic blanket 🍉🍓🍋
so grab a spot and come write!
── 💫 HOW IT WORKS
each prompt is based after a picnic/summer item, and is paired with some themes & dialogue ideas—pick one (or more!) and create a fic, drabble, or blurb inspired by it OR take a spin at the wheels to let it decide for you!
── 💌 WHO CAN JOIN
anyone! all pairings, x readers, ships, platonic, oc etc. are welcome (marvel encouraged, but not required!)
── 🏷️ TAG YOUR WORK
#picnic blanket prompts
#cap's birthday collab
#a star spangled summer
(use any of these + tag me so i can read & rb!)
── 🗣️ FAQS
📅 do i have to post on a specific day?
nope! post anytime during the month of july (late entries are always welcome—we’re here for vibes, not deadlines)
🤍 does my work have to be just fluffy?
not at all! fluff, angst, bittersweet, smut—all are welcome just make sure you tag all 18+ content accordingly (NO DDDNE/dark/taboo themes) if you think your fic crosses this line, shoot me a dm!
📝 can i write more than one?
absolutely!! this collab doesn't have any hard limits on entries and has more than 50 prompts and dialogue lines to choose from so if inspiration hits again and again, let it rip!
☀️ what if i don’t finish in time?
you can still post it! this collab is meant to feel like summer, a little loose, a little slow, and always ongoing 🌻
🧺 can i combine prompts?
yes please—some of the best ideas come from mixing them
(think: 🍋 + 🚗 + 🎆 for all the sweet spots)
and now for the drumroll...
✨ THE PROMPTS, THEMES + THEIR MATCHING DIALOGUE
if you don't want to manually pick a prompt/dialogue take a look at these wheels and give 'em a spin! this makes it easier to mix and match but if you'd like the corresponding ones check below!
THEME + PROMPT WHEEL | DIALOGUE WHEEL
💤 FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM
unintentional closeness
→ realization / softness / caretaking
💤 "Have a nice nap?" / "I thought you were going to sleep forever." / "Shh, go back to sleep baby."
🌙 GOLDEN HOUR
that in between moment
→ realization scenes / soft almosts / quiet tension
🌙 “It’s weird… everything looks different right now. You do too.” / “If I say something, will it ruin this?” / “We should probably go. - Yeah… just—give me a second.”
🧺 PICNIC BASKET
something hidden inside
→ secrets revealed / gifts / unexpected confessions
🧺 “That wasn’t in there earlier. - “Yeah. I didn’t know how to give it to you.” / “You brought this… for me?” / “If I show you, you can’t pretend you didn’t see it.”
🪑SAVED SEAT
someone always leaves space for you
→ quiet devotion / unspoken care / to be loved is to be known
🪑 “You always sit there. - Only when you’re here.” / “Was this—saved? - “It usually is.” / “I didn’t think you’d come. - “I didn’t think you’d leave me a spot.”
🌌 FIREWORKS ENDING
silence after the noise
→ emotional comedown / realization / loneliness or peace
🌌 “It’s really quiet now.” / “I liked it better when I couldn’t hear myself think.” / “So… what happens after this?”
☀️ SUNBURN
caretaking + vulnerability
→ tending to someone / soft touches / quiet intimacy
☀️ “Hold still—you’re gonna make it worse.” / “You don’t have to take care of me like this. - I know.” / “Does it hurt? - Not as much as you hovering.”
🍴 "TRY MINE"
sharing food & sharing space
→ intimacy / trust / soft flirting
🍴 “Here—just take it. - “I could’ve asked. - You never do.” / “You always give me the better one.” / “Try it? For me?”
🪑 FOLD OUT CHAIRS
side by side conversations
→ late-night talks / emotional honesty
🪑 “Funny how it’s easier to say things when we’re not looking at each other.” / “We’ve never actually talked about this, have we?” / “If I say it now, I can’t take it back.”
🛏️ AFTERNOON NAP
lazy, quiet closeness
→ drifting in and out of sleep together / accidental cuddling
🛏️ “You’re still here. - “Wasn’t planning on moving.” / “Did I fall asleep on you? - “Yeah… didn’t mind.”/ “We should get up. -“In a minute.”
⏳ WAITING
for them to show up + change
→ doubt / hope / payoff reunion
⏳“You said you’d come back.” / “I almost stopped waiting. - “Almost?” / “You’re late. - “I know. I’m still here.”
🧃 JUICE BOX
playful, youthful energy
→ carefree chaos / laughter / childhood nostalgia
🧃 “You just sprayed that everywhere. - Worth it.” / “When did we start acting like kids again?” / “Don’t laugh—I’m serious. - “That’s the problem.”
🌾 TALL GRASS
half-hidden, tucked away
→ private conversations / secret kisses / hiding from others
🌾 “No one can see us out here.” / “We shouldn’t be hiding. - “Then why are we?” / “It feels different when it’s just us.”
🕶️ SUNGLASSES
seeing + not seeing
→ stolen glances / hiding feelings / perception vs reality
🕶️ “I can tell you’re staring. - You can’t even see my eyes.” / “You hide behind those a lot. - “Maybe I need to.” / “Take them off. - “Why?“ - So I know what you’re thinking.”
🧁 CUPCAKES
small celebrations
→ “it’s not a big deal” birthdays / quiet milestones / soft surprises
🧁 “It’s not a big deal. - “Then why’d you remember?” / “You got these for me? - “Don’t make it weird.” / “Make a wish. - “You already know what it is.”
🪵 WOODEN FENCE
leaning, waiting
→ watching from afar / longing / quiet observation
🪵 “You’ve been standing there a while.” / “I didn’t think you’d notice me.” / “You always look like you’re about to leave.”
🧂 POTATO CHIPS
light, messy, impossible to eat just one
→ casual closeness / reaching into the same bag / lingering touches
🧂 “You’re gonna finish the whole bag. - “Watch me.” / "My hand was already there. - “So was mine.” / “You don’t mind sharing? - Not with you.”
🎆 FIREWORKS
big emotions, louder than expected
→ confessions / overwhelm / emotional release
🎆 “I can’t hear you—what did you say?” / “I said I—” boom / “Fine. I’ll say it again.”
🍽️ PAPER PLATES
temporary but meaningful
→ fleeting moments that still matter / this won’t last, but it’s real
🍽️ “This is kind of temporary, isn’t it?” / “Does it matter if it is?” / “I think I’d still choose this.”
🔕 MISSED CALL
almost connection, the one that got away
→ timing issues / regret / what could’ve been
🔕 “I tried calling. - “I know.” / “Why didn’t you pick up? - “I didn’t know what to say.” / “You were supposed to be there.”
🍦MELTING ICE CREAM
time running out + fleeting moment
→ rushed confession / “before it’s too late” energy
🍦 “It’s gonna melt. - “Then say it faster.” / “We’re running out of time. - “Then don’t waste it.” / “Just—before it’s gone…”
💫 WATCHING THE STARS TOGETHER
sneaky love + soft touches
→ falling asleep together / naming the stars after each other / forced (welcomed) proximity
💫 “That one’s yours. - “You can’t just claim stars.” / “You’re closer than you think.” / “If we stay like this, I might fall asleep. - “Then stay.”
⛺ BONFIRE
warmth in the dark
→ storytelling / vulnerability / shared silence
⛺ “You don’t have to tell the whole story.” / “It’s easier in the dark.” / “I didn’t think anyone was listening. - “I always am.”
🌊 LATE NIGHT LAKE SWIM
daring love + hidden feelings
→ romantic tension / almost confessions
🌊 “It’s freezing. - “You jumped in first.” / “You look different out here.” / “If I say something stupid, blame the cold water.”
🍯 HONEY
slow, golden, lingering
→ drawn-out tension / soft touches that last too long
🍯 “You’re taking your time. - “I’m not in a hurry.” / “You always do that—linger.” / “Say it already. - “Not yet.”
🎇 FIRECRACKER
sudden, sharp reaction
→ arguments / impulsive confessions / tension snapping
🎇 “Why are you acting like this?” / “Because you won’t just say it!” / “Fine—then listen.”
📸 DISPOSABLE CAMERA
captured moments
→ memories / realizing feelings after the fact / almost too late
📸 “Don’t delete that. - “I wasn’t going to.” / “You kept all of these? - “Every single one.” / “That’s when it started, wasn’t it?”
🌧️ SUDDEN RAIN
plans interrupted
→ running for cover / laughter / forced closeness
🌧️ “Run! - “Where?”/ “You’re soaked." -“So are you.” / “We should’ve checked the weather.” - “I’m glad we didn’t.”
🌳 SHADED TREE
relief from the heat
→ safe space / emotional grounding / leaning on someone
🌳 “Come sit. You look like you need it.” / “It’s cooler here.” - “Stay, then.” / “You always find the quiet spots.”
🐜 ANTS
tiny annoyance crowding into a big moment
→ interrupted confession / forced proximity / comedic tension
🐜“Don’t move—there’s—” / “Why are you so close?” - “Because you won’t stop moving.” / “This is not how I pictured this going.”
🍓 STRAWBERRIES
soft, indulgent, a little romantic
→ feeding each other / quiet affection / yearning
🍓 “Here—try it like this.” / “You’re staring.” - “You make it hard not to.” / “You always give me the sweeter ones.”
✨ SPARKLERS
brief but bright
→ momentary romance / realization of feelings / magical moment
✨ “It won’t last long.” / “Then don’t waste it.” / “Look at you—you’re glowing.”
🎡 CARNIVAL NEARBY
distant music and lights
→ yearning / wanting something more / chasing a feeling
🎡 “We could go, you know.” - “Or we could stay.” / “You ever feel like you’re missing something?” / “I think this is enough.”
🍋 LEMONADE
something sour turning soft
→ enemies to lovers lite / misunderstandings / emotional resolution
🍋 “You don’t hate me that much, do you?” / “It gets better, I promise.” / "Flirting? Me? I wouldn't call it that."
💛 BEFORE THE SUN GOES DOWN
aware of fleeting happiness + trying to memorize the moment
→ noticing details / fear of losing it
💛 “You’re doing that thing again.” - “What thing?” - “Trying not to forget.” / “Say something so I remember this right.” / “I wish I could pause this.”
📦 LEFTOVERS
what’s left behind
→ memories / things unsaid / emotional residue
📦 “You can take this with you."/ “Feels weird packing it up." /“Not everything gets finished.”
☕ MORNING AFTER PICNIC
soft aftermath
→ quiet conversation / reflection / “we should do this again”
☕ “We should probably talk about yesterday.” / “Do you have to go?” / “Same time next week?”
🧻 NAPKINS
cleaning up a mess
→ vulnerability after something goes wrong / wiping tears / gentle care
🧻 “Hey—look at me.” / “It’s just a mess. We’ll fix it.” / “You don’t have to pretend you’re okay.”
🍉 WATERMELON
sticky fingers, shared bites, sweetness that lingers
→ first kisses / almost kisses / teasing intimacy
🍉 “You’ve got juice all over your hands.” / “Then help me clean it.” / “You missed a spot.”
🍞BRUSHING NON-EXISTENT CRUMBS OFF
crushing hard + scared to admit it
→ lingering touch / excuse for contact / care disguised as habit
🍞 “Hold still.” / “There’s nothing there.” - “I know.” / “You don’t have to find excuses.”
🌬️ SUMMER BREEZE
soft, barely there
→ almost touches / words left unsaid / quiet longing
🌬️ “Did you feel that?” / “You almost touched me.” / “Almost doesn’t count.”
🚗 IN THE TRUCK BED
open air, close proximity
→ stargazing / late-night talks / accidental intimacy
🚗 “There’s more space than I thought.” - “Not really.” / “You can lean if you want.” / “Don’t fall.” - “Then don’t move.”
🫙WATCHING THE FIREFLIES COME OUT
summer crush
→ not realizing how close the other is / brushing hands
🫙 “You’re closer than you were a second ago.” / “Don’t scare them off.” / “I wasn’t looking at the fireflies.”
💬 OVERHEARD CONVERSATION
something you weren’t supposed to hear
→ misunderstandings / accidental confessions
💬 “How long were you standing there?” / “Long enough.” / “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
🏡 BACKYARD LIGHTS
soft glow at night
→ slow dancing / late-night confessions / lingering after everyone leaves
🏡 “Dance with me.” - “There’s no music.” - “There doesn’t have to be.” / “Stay until they turn off.” / “Just one more song.”
🎈WATER BALLOON FIGHT
chaotic love + messy aftermath
→ picking pieces from their hair / hanging up wet clothes / sharing a towel
🎈 “You started it!” - “You escalated it!” / “You’re soaked.” - “So are you.” / “Come here—hold still.”
🥗 PASTA SALAD
thrown together but somehow perfect
→ unlikely dynamics / found family / chaotic group settings
🥗 “This shouldn’t work, but it does.” / “Kind of like us.” / “Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing.”
🍒 CHERRIES
sweet with a hint of tension
→ playful teasing / “tie the stem” flirting / building tension
🍒 “You’re not actually going to try that, are you?” / “Watch me.” / “You’re unbelievable.”
🧺 PACKING THE PICNIC
preparation as love
→ doing things for someone before they even ask
🧺 “You already thought of everything.” / “I know what you like.” / “You didn’t have to do all this.” - “I wanted to.”
🌻 WILDFLOWERS
simple, soft, meaningful
→ “i saw this and thought of you” / gentle love
🌻 “These aren’t anything special.” - “They are to me.” / “You picked these?” - “I saw them and—yeah.” / “You think of me when you’re not here?”
🌅 LAST SUMMER TOGETHER
knowing it’s ending
→ goodbye energy / nostalgia / unresolved feelings
🌅 “Let’s not talk about what happens after.” / “Just this once, okay?” / “I’m going to miss this.”
🚶 WALKING AWAY
choosing distance
→ self-protection / heartbreak / growth
🚶 “Don’t follow me.” / “If I stay again, I won’t leave at all.” / “This isn’t me giving up.”
🎶 PORTABLE RADIO
music drifting through the air
→ dancing / memory-triggered moments / song-associated love
🎶 “You remember this song?” / “Don’t laugh—dance with me.” / “We used to—” - “I know.”
🥪 SANDWHICHES
carefully made, quietly thoughtful
→ acts of service / knowing someone’s preferences / domestic intimacy
🥪 “You cut the crusts off.” - “You hate them.” / “You remembered that?” / “I always do.”
🤝 “WE'RE JUST FRIENDS”
until it’s clearly not
→ blurred lines / tension / denial
🤝 “We’re not doing anything wrong.” / “Then why does it feel like we are?” / “Say it—we’re just friends.”
🧊 COOLER
what’s kept hidden
→ secrets / things unsaid / emotional walls
🧊 “What else are you keeping in there?” / “Stuff you’re not ready for.” / “You don’t have to hide it from me."
✨ anything else i should know?
just this: take your time, enjoy the process, and don’t overthink it
this collab is about capturing a feeling. something warm, fleeting, and worth holding onto 🌼
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Things heat up with the stranger. Lyrics from Tainted Love.
Warnings: threesome, fingering, nudity
Words: 334
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You didn't have time to be nervous.
They didn't give you a moment to do anything other than to just feel.
Nick's hands were at your zip before the door had fully closed, and she was already turning you toward her, her mouth finding your throat as your dress pooled at your feet.
She looked over your shoulder at Nick, his warm mouth tracing your shoulder blade.
“Mr Fowler, may I kiss your wife?”
A shiver rippled through you as you anticipated his answer.
“By all means, be my guest,” he said chivalrously, taking the opportunity to hook his thumbs into your underwear and pull.
Your brain fizzled, torn between the insistence of her lips capturing yours, and Nick slowly tugging your underwear down your legs.
You leaned back, hoping he'd be there to hold you up, but he'd gone.
On his knees behind you, Nick pried your legs apart a little further and swept his hand up your inner thigh.
The comfort of his touch made you melt into the kiss, and you felt her smile against you.
One hand traced a delicate path from your hips, up your side, long nails tickling gently where you were used to Nick’s large hands, calloused from fights he never explained.
She cupped your breast, holding the weight in her palm while her thumb nail scratched over your raised nipple.
You gasped into her mouth, letting her deepen the kiss. Her tongue - sweet with wine - toyed with yours.
Still on his knees, Nick coaxed his fingers through your wet core, coating them with your slick. He slipped two fingers inside you with ease, then a third, curling them.
“So wet for us both, sweetheart, you've been waiting for this -” he reached out to take her hand lingering on your hip, and guide it to join his.
“Hmm… can you stand the way we tease, baby? Want me to touch you too?”
You couldn't speak.
Between her mouth and his hands, you couldn't remember your own name.
You spend your birthday aboard the Hermes. Lyric from Come and Get Your Love.
Warnings: a little sadder - birthday blues, the Beck ones are following a loose ongoing story over the month but each will also be standalone.
Words: 313
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You were back to the dancing.
He'd managed to avoid it for months. No, not months, weeks.
OK, maybe it was more like days. They all blurred into one anyway.
Apart from this one - your birthday.
Where you were currently dancing to base-heavy German techno with Vogel and the ever-improving Watney.
You'd been very vocal about this particular day.
“My dude,” you'd said sadly, some sols ago, “I am going to turn thirty. In space.”
Then you'd gone to bed early, and he'd missed your smile for a few days.
He'd made some attempts to cheer you up. He thought he'd succeeded.
That was before you appeared at his elbow, dancing abandoned.
"Come on," you said, for the fourth time, tugging at his sleeve like a persistent child. "The samples will still be there in an hour."
He didn't look up.
"Beck."
Still nothing.
You leaned directly into his eyeline. "Christopher."
His blue eyes met yours.
“There's cake. Actual cake. I have no fucking clue how they did it, but NASA have sent cake to space.” You sighed. “Hey, it's your business if you want some, take some. I’m not gonna force you to come to my pity party.”
Get it together, Beck. He forced himself to look at you properly.
Whatever he’d been about to say died on his lips.
You were closer than he'd realised. Close enough that he could see that the sadness in your eyes.
"Hey," he said quietly. "Happy birthday."
It wasn't enough. He knew it wasn't enough. His hand found your shoulder, just briefly -
- Then Lewis’s voice began a chorus which Martinez, Vogel, and Watney quickly joined.
“Happy birthday to you -”
She carried a tray with a slightly flat sheet of sprinkle sponge in the centre.
Chris let his hand drop, and joined the song.
His original diagnosis of significant trouble echoed in his mind.
Childish fun with Chris and Martinez. Lyric from Play that Funky Music.
Warnings: pure fluff, the Beck ones are following a loose ongoing story over the month but each will also be standalone.
Words: 309
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In hindsight, Martinez was entirely to blame. If anything broke, and you were court-marshaled, you would sing his name like a canary.
“I’m just sayin’” he said, hanging upside down with his feet hooked over a rung of the ladder, “it’s surely a matter of scientific - and medical - interest. How many rotations can the human body achieve in zero gravity before they puke.”
“As a medical professional, I don’t give a shit -”
You gasped. “- Chris! Did you just curse?!”
“That’s a dollar for the swear jar,” Martinez insisted.
“I don’t have any cash up here.”
“The metaphorical jar, Christopher,” you hissed. “Are we doing this or not.”
“Thirty seconds,” Martinez announced, holding up Chris’s watch. “You going separately or together?”
“Separately,” you said, right as Chris said -
“Together.”
“If you’re going together, you’re gonna have to count your own rolls. Vogel said he was taking a nap, not dealing with our childish bullshit.”
“Swear jar!” you cackled.
“Whatever, let’s go kids -”
Chris looked at you, you looked at Chris.
“This is stupid,” he said.”
“Yeah,” you agreed, pushing of from the wall towards where he floated in the airlock. “But can you think of anything else to do?”
With you? He could think of many things. Several of them swam through his head.
“C’mon then, Martinez,” you ordered, “play that funky music!”
“Til you die?” He asked with a loud laugh.
“Til. I. Die.” You fixed Chris with a hard stare.
He made the strangled cat noise again. You held his gaze, a smirk playing on your lips.
Something in the arch of your eyebrow snagged at the back of his mind, something you’d told him recently that he couldn’t quite place.
“Three.”
Martinez began the countdown.
“Two.”
Chris shook off the unformed memory.
“One.”
You were right, he decided. There really wasn’t much else to do.
You try and drop a hint for the lovely doctor... it doesn't work. Lyric from Little Bitty Pretty One
Warnings: pure fluff, the Beck ones are following a loose ongoing story over the month but each will also be standalone.
Words: 313
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The ship was supposed to be quieter at night, or whatever passed for night - the lights dimmed on a timer, and the not so gentle reminders from NASA that it was ‘bedtime’.
Bedtime.
Like you were a child again.
Take a shower, brush your teeth, no devices for thirty minutes before lights out…
You were grateful that Lewis didn’t enforce the rules.
Or Beck.
Now that was a miracle.
You’d be surprised if Chris Beck had ever broken a rule in his whole life.
And yet here you both were. Again.
Long after the commander had suggested everyone get some rest.
It had become a habit for both of you - him reading through the day’s medical logs, you playing Solitare with Martinez’s cards.
"Tell you a story," you said, without looking up from the cards spread messily in front of you.
Chris looked up from his notes. He always looked up when you spoke. Probably checking you weren’t doing something stupid. Or dangerous. He frowned at the haphazard piles of cards dotted around the desk.
“There was this guy, at MIT,” you said, turning over another card and tossing it vaguely toward the others. “He was always the smartest guy in the room, but you’d never know it. I literally felt stupid just standing next to him, but he never made me feel like it. I had such a crush on him.”
“Huh,” Chris’s nose wrinkled in acknowledgement, and he went back to his laptop.
“Anyway. He used to make this noise like a strangled cat whenever we were in the lab together because I was the messiest lab partner -”
“Huhh -” a noise shockingly familiar eminated from Chris’s throat, making you look up.
His eyes were fixed on the game you were working on, unable to tell whether you were remotely close to winning or not.
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You spend your birthday aboard the Hermes. Lyric from Come and Get Your Love.
Warnings: a little sadder - birthday blues, the Beck ones are following a loose ongoing story over the month but each will also be standalone.
Words: 313
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You were back to the dancing.
He'd managed to avoid it for months. No, not months, weeks.
OK, maybe it was more like days. They all blurred into one anyway.
Apart from this one - your birthday.
Where you were currently dancing to base-heavy German techno with Vogel and the ever-improving Watney.
You'd been very vocal about this particular day.
“My dude,” you'd said sadly, some sols ago, “I am going to turn thirty. In space.”
Then you'd gone to bed early, and he'd missed your smile for a few days.
He'd made some attempts to cheer you up. He thought he'd succeeded.
That was before you appeared at his elbow, dancing abandoned.
"Come on," you said, for the fourth time, tugging at his sleeve like a persistent child. "The samples will still be there in an hour."
He didn't look up.
"Beck."
Still nothing.
You leaned directly into his eyeline. "Christopher."
His blue eyes met yours.
“There's cake. Actual cake. I have no fucking clue how they did it, but NASA have sent cake to space.” You sighed. “Hey, it's your business if you want some, take some. I’m not gonna force you to come to my pity party.”
Get it together, Beck. He forced himself to look at you properly.
Whatever he’d been about to say died on his lips.
You were closer than he'd realised. Close enough that he could see that the sadness in your eyes.
"Hey," he said quietly. "Happy birthday."
It wasn't enough. He knew it wasn't enough. His hand found your shoulder, just briefly -
- Then Lewis’s voice began a chorus which Martinez, Vogel, and Watney quickly joined.
“Happy birthday to you -”
She carried a tray with a slightly flat sheet of sprinkle sponge in the centre.
Chris let his hand drop, and joined the song.
His original diagnosis of significant trouble echoed in his mind.