This will be a month of summer evenings, small wonders, and lights in the dark. Think fireflies dancing over fields, wishes made at dusk, warm nights that seem endless, and magic that just appears when you look closely 🤫
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Prompts
1. First firefly
2. Golden dusk
3. A wish
4. Barefoot in the grass
5. Lantern light
6. Summer thunder
7. Tiny miracles
8. Stargazing
9. "Did you see that?"
10. Catch and release
11. The longest evening
12. Secret garden
13. Warm breeze
14. A pocket full of treasures
15. Midnight picnic
16. Dancing lights
17. Summer nostalgia
18. The perfect moment
19. Sunset
20. Moonlit path
21. Glow
22. The sound of crickets
23. Hidden magic
24. Staying out too late
25. Childhood wonder
26. A sky full of stars
27. Fleeting
28. Night swimming
29. "Let's not go home yet."
30. A promise
31. Warm light
✨ Soft or magical. Realistic or fantastical. Just follow the light. ✨
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Summary: Confidence begins to waver under the desire to please.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff, implied smut. W/C: 775. Pairing: Bradley x fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).
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Frankly, there should be laws. Laws against a man looking like that in the morning.
The sun spills through the kitchen blinds in warm golden stripes, catching on the broad line of Bradley’s shoulders, the faded gray Navy tee stretched across his back, bare feet planted on your kitchen tiles like he’s lived here for years instead of spending the night for the first time.
One night. One spectacular, sleep-lost, heartbeat-stealing night.
And now the man who can land a fighter jet on a moving aircraft carrier is standing at your counter, absolutely losing a war with a slice of sourdough.
You lean on the doorframe, arms folded. “Need me to call in reinforcements?”
He glances over his shoulder, hair sleep-ruffled, mouth still swollen from kissing you senseless hours ago.
Your knees file for resignation, but you shake it off by taking a step forward.
“I’m fine,” he says.
The bread springs out of the toaster, startling him enough that he nearly drops the knife.
You snort.
He points the butter knife at you, smiling. “Don’t.”
“Oh, I’m going to, you’re being beaten by breakfast.”
He turns back to the counter with the grave focus of a man defusing a bomb. His hands, tanned and capable enough to make your skin remember things instantly by just watching him work, drag the butter across the toast in uneven trenches.
And there it is again. That tiny shake. That little waver in his hands.
Barely noticeable if you hadn’t watched those same hands confidently guide steel through the clouds, gentle at your waist, reverent against your skin in the dark.
“Bradley.” You step close.
“Mm?”
“You’re nervous.”
It happens again, the slight shake of his hands.
“I am not.”
“Your hands are shaking.”
He tries for casual, but it falls short. “That is slander.”
“You’re buttering toast like you’d waterboard Hangman for pissing you off.”
You move beside him, hip brushing his. He stills immediately.
The great Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, king of easy smiles and laid-back confidence, is suddenly very interested in the countertop again.
You soften. “Why are you nervous?”
He exhales once through his nose. “Because.”
His pause is too long. “Compelling answer.”
“Because,” he says again, quieter this time, “I really like you.” He keeps talking, eyes glued to the knife in his hand. “And I know I’m supposed to be cool and casual this morning, maybe even charming or say something funny.” He sets the knife down. “Instead, I’m in your kitchen with my hands shaking over dairy products.”
You stare at him. Then you laugh, not at him, but from the sheer unbearable sweetness of it all.
His head drops. “And now she’s laughing.”
“I’m sorry,” you say. “You’re just unbearably sweet, and I don’t want to mess this up, so now I’m nervous.”
His head lifts at that, surprise chasing the embarrassment off his face.
“You?”
You huff a laugh and step between him and the counter. “Yes, me. Shocking development, I know.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He’s trying to fight it, but it's slow and warm and dangerous to your ability to think straight.
“I thought you were the calm one.”
“I was, right up until I saw you standing in my kitchen looking like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like a problem.”
That earns you a real grin, the confident, bright enough to rival the morning sun smile. “A problem?” he asks, sounding a little too proud.
“A serious one.”
He steps closer, crowding into your space until your back presses into the counter behind you. His hands settle at your waist, no waver remaining in his touch. “Good,” he mumbles. “I’d hate to be the only one having a crisis before coffee.”
He dips his head, nose brushing yours, giving you every chance to pull away, but you don’t. This kiss is different than the ones in the dark.
Last night had been heat and hunger, months of stolen glances snapping under pressure. This is slower, softer, the kind of kiss that says this isn’t fleeting, this is the real deal.
He makes that sound again, the same rough one from last night that ruined you as he moves from your mouth to your neck.
The toaster pops a second slice into the air, and you both jolt.
Bradley groans into your shoulder. “I hate that thing.”
“You’ve flown combat missions, and you're letting breakfast defeat you.”
“Worth it,” he says, lifting you onto the counter before kissing you again.
His hands are steady now, roaming and exploring again.
The toast goes cold. The coffee never gets poured. Neither of you is troubled by it.
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This is so warm and sweet and soft, Staaaaace, why are you making me feel things for Rooster?!
First off, that image of him in her kitchen first thing in the morning was beautiful!
Then his bashful confession that sets off the butterflies 🥰
Then he goes from sweet to hot!!!
He dips his head, nose brushing yours, giving you every chance to pull away, but you don’t. This kiss is different than the ones in the dark.
Last night had been heat and hunger, months of stolen glances snapping under pressure. This is slower, softer, the kind of kiss that says this isn’t fleeting, this is the real deal.
He makes that sound again, the same rough one from last night that ruined you as he moves from your mouth to your neck.
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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”
Icy cold rain pelts the pavement, stinging where it hits his face. The brown paper bag of groceries is nearly soaked through. He's certain it will crumble to nothing at any moment.
Bucky picks up his pace to nearly a sprint. As he passes the alley beside his building, he's assaulted by the smell of garbage, made worse by dampness.
Just a few steps from the entrance and warmth, the storm worsens, sending a torrent of water and wind down on him. He barely catches the small, pitiful cry that pulls him to a stop.
The tiny mewl happens again, and he abandons all thoughts of quickly escaping the weather and turns back to the alleyway.
Eyes scanning, he focuses his hearing, waiting for a sound to give him direction. Turning at the angry cry, as if it were shouting at the falling sky, Bucky spots the bedraggled white kitten.
“Hey, little guy,” he coos.
Distracted from the pointless war with the weather, the feline presses tighter against the wall, eyeing him suspiciously, before rushing toward him. Bucky squats and scoops her up just as the cat reaches his feet.
“What are you doing out here?” he asks, holding her up to his eye level. “Oh, little lady, I apologize.”
Shuffling the grocery bag, he tucks her under his jacket and hurries into the safety of the building.
Apparently, having been there a while, the kitten smells like a landfill, so Bucky bathes her. The scratches on his arm from her distaste for the process are worth it to see the fluffy white furball she becomes.
After setting her on his bed, he finally changes out of his wet clothes. She yowls the entire time. He keeps his voice low as he speaks, trying to calm her, but she persists until he picks her up again.
"I’m not keeping her," he mutters for the hundredth time. Still, he wraps her in a kitchen towel and carries the tiny cat burrito to the living room.
“Okay, that’s better,” Bucky says, dropping to sit on the couch. As he lightly strokes between her ears, the little fluff ball begins to purr. The bath time betrayal apparently forgiven. “Now we’re both dry and warm.”
Her eyes begin to droop as if she’s fighting sleep.
“It’s okay,” he soothes, “You can sleep, you’re safe now.”
Almost immediately, her eyes completely close, as if all she needed was his reassurance.
“Oh crap,” he sighs. “I’m keeping you, aren’t I?”
A knock at the front door startles him, and he freezes, making sure he hasn’t disturbed the tiny creature. But she’s too warm and content to notice.
Gently placing her in the corner, behind a cushion so that she won’t roll off.
A groan escapes as he looks through the peephole and sees Denise Livingston, the president of the HOA, and his downstairs neighbor.
“Miss Livingston,” he says, pulling the door open.
Forgoing a greeting, Denise snaps, “Do you have a cat in there?”
“No,” he answers immediately.
“I heard something screeching.”
“Television.”
“Where did you get those scratches?”
“Uhm, not that it's any of your business, but I was helping a friend with landscaping.”
Eyes narrowed, she tiptoes to look over his shoulder. “The bylaws prohibit pets, Mr. Barnes.”
“I know,” he says.
“Breaking the bylaws is cause for eviction.”
“I know,” he smiles, wide, too wide. “Good night, Miss Livingston.”
He slowly closes the door, giving a little wave.
Leaning against the closed door, he whispers, “Shit.”
Bucky has been smuggling cat supplies into his apartment like contraband for almost a week.
The former assassin who fought aliens and survived Hydra is now being psychologically outmaneuvered by something the size of a sock and Denise Livingston, first of her name, protector of the Bylaws!
Alpine is six pounds of mischief, chaos, and affection.
It’s the first time, in a long time, Bucky has found himself laughing out loud at anything. The fiesty attacks on his shoelaces, the dramatic sideways hop before pouncing, the way she insists on supervising every single thing he does like a tiny, furry chaperone, elicit warm, comforting emotions he thought he'd never feel again.
Until the one time it isn’t funny anymore.
Two minutes. Maximum.
Two minutes while he was in the bathroom, and now she’s gone.
Silence. No purring, no patter of tiny feet. No suspicious rustling. No tiny white butt sticking out from beneath furniture before she launches herself at his ankles.
The kitchen is empty. He checks the fridge, just in case, because panic apparently destroys his critical thinking. Under his bed. The closet. In his boots by the front door.
She’s gone.
“Okay, Alpine,” he tries for stern but lands somewhere closer to desperate. “Not funny.”
He throws the cushions off the sofa, more frantic with each one.
“Alpine.”
The only answer he gets is a quick succession of three knocks on his door. It almost sounds conspiratorial.
Bucky freezes.
Denise.
Fuck. Denise finally found the cat, and now he’s going to be evicted because of a wet-nosed Houdini.
He opens the door cautiously, already preparing a lie, only to find you standing there in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie.
“Hey,” he says warily.
You reach into the front pocket of your hoodie and pull out Alpine like a magician revealing the world's fluffiest rabbit. “I think this belongs to you,” you whisper.
Relief floods through him a second before the panic replaces it. “I can explain.”
“It’s a cat, not a body,” you chuckle.
Alpine chirps happily at the sound of his voice and immediately stretches toward him.
“She came through the vents, heard her cry because she couldn’t get out my side.”
“Right, yeah, sorry.” He takes Alpine carefully, like she’s made of glass. “She’s apparently committed to ruining my life.”
You grin. “If all the laughter I’ve been hearing is you, I don’t believe that for a second.” You reach out and scratch under the cat's chin.
You hear it at the same time, the ping of the elevator arriving. You exchange the same look of immediate horror.
Bucky shoves Alpine toward you on instinct. You shove the cat back. Alpine mewls.
“Help me hide her,” he panics.
“In my hood, quick.”
You spin around, and Bucky carefully settles Alpine against the back of your neck, pulling your hood up over your head, as he tucks in her tail.
“What if she moves?” he whispers.
“She won’t, she’s already snuggled up.”
“She likes you.”
Denise turns the corner, and without thinking, Bucky grabs your wrist and pulls you into his apartment, positioning himself between you and the doorway as Denise marches over.
“I heard it again,” Denise complains.
Neither of you responds.
Denise elaborates. “I heard crying through the vents.”
“Sorry,” you say quickly. “That was me.”
Denise squints. “You were crying through the vents?”
“We were playing a game,” Bucky adds.
Denise’s eyes narrow further, features full of disbelief. So you fully commit. “A sex game.”
Denise goes scarlet.
Bucky cough-laughs into his fist so hard his whole body shakes.
You smile brightly. “Very immersive.”
Denise looks moments away from passing out. “Well,” she splutters, clutching her necklace. “Keep it down.”
“Let me guess,” you mock, “there are Bylaws about that?”
She nods once, “Indeed,” before turning and speed-walking back toward the elevators.
Bucky slowly closes the door. The second the latch clicks, you both burst out laughing.
Alpine pokes her tiny head out of your hood at the commotion.
Bucky points accusingly at her. “You are a menace.”
The kitten blinks at him innocently.
“Okay,” you say, reaching up and stroking the kitten. “We need to find a way around this stupid bylaw.”
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Thanks to encouragement and support from my wonderful friends here, I have been finding the motivation and joy to start writing again.
I'm not promising an influx of fics, or any type of consistency - I'm still a slow writer - but I'm going to do my best to start posting more.
The majority of my fics will still focus on Jensen's characters, but I've been writing for other fandom characters too, so it's time to update the tag and master lists.
My current tag lists are below the cut. Beginning July 1, 2026, I will no longer use them.
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