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You yawn and hit the backspace key. What is going on? Someone messed with the formulas. Again.
Just when you thought you were close to done, you have to do it all over because of that one damn cell. It’s simple. Just don’t mess with the format and put in what you have to. Nothing more.
You hunch over and push your glasses up your nose as they slip. You bite your lip in frustration as you check the track changes notes. Where exactly did this all go wrong?
“Hey, doll, ready to go?” The voice plunges into the silence like a rock tossed into water. You up and blink away the gridlines burned into your vision.
“Steve, I… I thought you were still out of town.” You say.
“Disappointed?” He challenges as he puts his hand on the edge of your desk and leans on one heel.
“No, no, I… it’s… a pleasant surprise.” You make yourself smile. “I…” you hesitate and look down at the coffee stain on your blouse and your wrinkled sleeves rolled to your elbow. “I’m sorry, but I’m just tying up a few loose ends. It’s going to take a while.”
“I can wait.” He assures.
“You don’t have to.”
“Maybe I want to.” He winks and his blue eyes sparkle. You sigh, almost dreamily.
“I’ll be quick.” You promise.
“Trust me, I won’t.” He growls back.
You stifle a giggle. “I’m at work.”
He looks around. “No one else is.”
“Right. Overtime.” You shrug.
“Don’t let me get in the way,” he stands straight and shows his palms. “I’ll find a way to keep busy.”
He bends to kiss your cheek then walks away. You look back to your monitor and deflate. This could be done by now if anyone here knew what they were doing.
You lean your chin in your hand, fingers stretched to rub your temple. As you go through and correct the coding, you grind your teeth. You huff and sigh to yourself and mumble. Now, why isn’t that cell behaving?”
The tick of the clock on the wall fills your head. The static of the office bristles in your ears as you click and type. You sniff as you sense the air shift. Sometimes if you stay late enough, the air system shuts off.
You cross and uncross your legs as you try to find a comfortable spot on the thin chair cushion. You yelp at a sudden warm on your knee. Then the other. You can’t pull away from the desk as hands grip you.
“Steve?” You squeal.
He hushes you and slides his hands up your thighs, right under your skirt.
“How did you get under there–”
He shushes you again and bites the meat of your thigh. You hiss and grab onto the armrests. He pulls you to the edge of the seat as he pushes your skirt higher.
“Steve!” You cry again.
“Hey, I’m just helping you relax…” he purrs as his lips graze along your panties. “You can still type, can’t you, baby?”
Playlist Prompt: Come and Get Your Love - Redbone / “What's the matter with you”
Warnings: Jail time for Dex, kind reader, Benjamin Poindexter and his POV (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 18 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Dex never expected to get letters in prison.
The first few weren’t kind.
Go to hell.
You deserve to rot.
What’s the matter with you? Seriously. You have issues.
They didn’t know or understand him. He was a good guy. He was trying to help.
What right did they have to judge him?
And then your letter came.
Dear Dex,
I hope it’s okay that I’m writing to you. I also hope it’s okay that I’m calling you Dex. I was told you prefer that over Benjamin, and I wanted to be respectful of that.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I’m part of a volunteer letter writing program. Believe it or not, this is my first letter! I’m sure it’s obvious. I even wrote this introduction three times. I guess I’m a little nervous.
Not because of you though.
I just didn’t want this to sound insincere or weird.
I know we’re strangers, but I imagine some days aren’t very kind to you. Is that presumptuous of me? I’m sorry if it is. Regardless, I hope this letter brings a little brightness to your day. Even if it’s only for a few minutes.
Is it silly to want that for someone I’ve never met?
You don’t have to write back if you don’t want to. There’s no pressure to do so. But if you’d like, I’d love to hear from you.
Until then, I hope you’re doing well.
He read your name at the bottom of the letter out loud.
Something settled deep in his chest.
He traced your signature with his finger. Nobody wanted to hear from him. No one cared about how his days were or showed him kindness.
But you did.
He’d write you back.
And he’d count the days until he got your next letter.
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Summary: Earth is dying, but Bucky chooses to save you.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Groove Is In The Heart - Deee-Lite / “No, I couldn't ask for another”
Warnings: Soft dark futuristic AU, forced marriage vibes, Bucky Barnes(he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 24 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . One of the ideas on this ask. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You wanted to go home.
A government vehicle brought you there when you left your apartment, not allowing you to ask questions or decline. The room they had you in was small and cold. It felt like an interrogation room thanks to the chairs, tables, and cement walls, minus one wall of mirrors. The woman sitting across from you smiled, but it didn’t put you at ease.
Not when she was wearing a pin with the symbol of the new world.
“I’ll get straight to the point,” she said, taking a tablet from her bag and sliding it over. “You’ve been chosen.”
You couldn’t believe it.
The planet was dying. A new planet was the only hope for survival. But there was a catch.
Only a small percentage of the world population could go to the new planet to rebuild and repopulate.
Those with wealth and power were chosen, of course. People like doctors and those with skills needed to help the new world thrive were selected, too. And the protectors.
The Avengers.
So, no, you didn’t expect to be chosen.
“I don’t understand,” you said, looking at the screen. “Why me? And why are you showing me a picture of Bucky Barnes?”
Everyone knew who he was.
Her smile widened. “Because he chose you to be his wife,” she said like she was telling you about a dinner special. “Congratulations!”
Your stomach dropped.
“Bucky chose me?” you whispered.
It didn’t make any sense. Why you? You had only met him once.
“Isn’t there someone else?” you added softly.
“No, I couldn’t ask for another.”
You jumped at the deep male voice filling the room. Where did that come from?
“Oh, he’s watching,” she said, nodding to the mirror. “And it’s best not to resist.”
Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You and Bucky have a fun conversation in the tower.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: I Believe In A Thing Called Love - The Darkness / “We'll be rocking till the sun goes down”
Warnings: Humor, established relationship, lap dance mention, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 23 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . And it goes with our Tower Shenanigans. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There’s a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking ‘til the sun goes down
“Why am I still sitting here?” Bucky muttered, the sound pulsing through the walls.
The common room had cleared out an hour ago, but Alexei decided to play his limo playlist at full volume from the other room. At least “Pony” stopped playing. It seemed like every third song it popped up again.
“You’re sitting here because I’m sitting here,” you pointed out.
Bucky smiled a little, not bothering to argue since it was true.
“You know, I’m a little disappointed,” you said, casually turning the page of your book.
He lifted his head from the couch cushion and narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“You didn’t once attempt to give me a lap dance when ‘Pony’ played and you had many chances to do so,” you teased, trying not to smile.
His eye twitched. “I’m not giving you one to that song.”
You gasped. “Why not?”
“Because it was bad enough that Alexei played it when we fooled around in his limo,” he said, shaking his head as he remembered how excited was when the Red Guardian caught the two of you. “But then that fucking movie Ava made us watch.”
You did laugh this time. “You mean ‘Magic Mike’?”
He growled. “Yeah. That,” he said. He was proud he hadn’t punched the television. “You want a lap dance? Pick another song.”
“What about ‘Earned It’?” you suggested.
Both of his eyes twitched. “From the fucking ‘Fifty Shades of Shit’ or whatever it’s called?”
You laughed again, harder. “Fine. You pick a song.”
“I will,” he grumbled.
And he’d find a song for you to give him a dance, too.
What song will he choose? Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Warnings: Referenced divorce, pining, possible power imbalance, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 22 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Andy surprised you by asking you to dinner, and you tried not to get too excited.
You had been his assistant for a year. As far as bosses went, he was great. He didn’t demand that you work over your scheduled hours. He checked on you during the day. Always balanced any criticism with praise. Even gave you a higher raise than you expected in your review.
It was easy to crush on him.
“Thanks for joining me,” he said with a lopsided grin.
It made him look younger when he smiled.
“Thanks for asking,” you replied.
He tapped a finger on the table. “Minus clients, I think this is the first dinner I’ve had alone with a woman since…”
You set the menu down. “Laurie?” you asked carefully.
His blue eyes dimmed as he nodded.
Laurie, his ex.
“I’m sorry,” you said, and you weren’t sure what exactly you were apologizing for.
You heard pieces of what happened with their son and how their marriage collapsed because of it. You couldn’t imagine the pain they carried. How it forever changed them.
But if the year working for Andy taught you anything, it was that he was a good man who tried hard to do the right thing.
“Don’t be,” he said.
“So, you haven’t dated at all?” you asked before you could stop yourself.
It wasn’t the kind of question to ask your boss.
“I haven’t,” he answered quietly, scratching his beard almost absentmindedly. “I’ve noticed you haven’t mentioned any significant others either.”
“Oh. Well…” You exhaled. “I haven’t really dated in a while either.”
He leaned forward. “Why not?”
“Because maybe,” you began, smiling wistfully. “I’m waiting for the right guy to come along.”
Because maybe it was your boss.
And that was all he was for now.
Maybe he wants you, too! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Summary: The rebellion fails. You and Curtis pay the price.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace / “I can't control myself”
Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon (sex pollen of sorts), angst, Curtis Everett (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 21 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The train was meant to save people after the world had frozen over, but it was a prison.
Curtis had learned the truth about the train. How Wilbur needed children to keep it running. The leader of the tail section tried to stop him. Destroy the train. The attempt failed.
And he was being punished for it.
“Stay back,” he snapped, his breathing ragged. “I can’t control myself.”
You weren’t sure what they injected him with, but it didn’t take him long to claw at his clothes. He managed to maintain an impressive physique despite the conditions of the back of the train. And he was looking at you like a man starved.
A predator about to devour his prey.
“Curtis,” you whispered, backing up as much as you could.
He always looked out for you. Made sure none of the men ever touched you. He didn’t touch you either. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he feared what would happen if he slept with you. What if he got you pregantn? Bringing a child into this life of hell wouldn’t be fair to either of you.
Which is exactly why Wilbur put you in there with him.
He wiped a bit of sweat and grime from his forehead. “I didn’t…” He took a step toward you. “I didn’t want it to be like this.”
“I know,” you said sadly, a tear rolling down your cheek. “I know.”
“Please, don’t hate me,” he begged.
“I could never hate you, Curtis,” you promised, looking at the camera in the corner before your protector grabbed you.
Wilbur would pay for making Curtis force himself on you. He’d pay for the lives he ruined. The children he took.
And if Curtis did get you pregnant, Wilbur would not take your baby.
Playlist Prompt: All Shook Up - Elvis Presley / “Who do you thank when you have such luck?”
Warnings: Soft!dark vibes, implied stalking, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 20 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Luck had been on your side lately.
When you got a flat tire and had your car taken into the shop, the mechanic said there was no charge and even threw in an oil change. When your rude coworker wouldn’t stop making passive-aggressive comments about your work, they were suddenly transferred to a different department and shift. And when your bank account looked a bit low after some bills, you got an unexpected and sizable bonus from your boss.
“Okay, seriously,” your friend asked over a drink, which you somehow got for free. “How have you been so lucky lately?”
You shrugged a little. “I don’t know, but it feels too good to be true.”
You tried to have an optimistic outlook, but life let you down before. Your parents were taken away from you too soon. Your last boyfriend didn’t keep his promises. Having too much hope could lead to disappointment.
Maybe your streak of “luck” was a coincidence.
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
“Well, don’t look now,” she smirked and wiggled your eyebrows. “But a smoking hot man at the bar keeps looking your way.”
Naturally, you looked.
Smoking hot was an understatement. The blonde Adonis looked like he was carved from the gods and put on this planet just to drive people insane with his looks. His smile was gentle enough, but his striking blue eyes filled with heat that nearly had you squirming in your seat.
“Oh, he looks like he wants to eat you whole,” your friend sighed. “Lucky you.”
Yes, lucky you.
Because you caught his eye weeks ago and he decided you were his.
Bills? No problem. Rude coworkers? Gone. And you’d be in his bed by the end of the night.
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Playlist Prompt: Come and Get Your Love - Redbone / “What's the matter with you”
Warnings: Jail time for Dex, kind reader, Benjamin Poindexter and his POV (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 18 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Dex never expected to get letters in prison.
The first few weren’t kind.
Go to hell.
You deserve to rot.
What’s the matter with you? Seriously. You have issues.
They didn’t know or understand him. He was a good guy. He was trying to help.
What right did they have to judge him?
And then your letter came.
Dear Dex,
I hope it’s okay that I’m writing to you. I also hope it’s okay that I’m calling you Dex. I was told you prefer that over Benjamin, and I wanted to be respectful of that.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I’m part of a volunteer letter writing program. Believe it or not, this is my first letter! I’m sure it’s obvious. I even wrote this introduction three times. I guess I’m a little nervous.
Not because of you though.
I just didn’t want this to sound insincere or weird.
I know we’re strangers, but I imagine some days aren’t very kind to you. Is that presumptuous of me? I’m sorry if it is. Regardless, I hope this letter brings a little brightness to your day. Even if it’s only for a few minutes.
Is it silly to want that for someone I’ve never met?
You don’t have to write back if you don’t want to. There’s no pressure to do so. But if you’d like, I’d love to hear from you.
Until then, I hope you’re doing well.
He read your name at the bottom of the letter out loud.
Something settled deep in his chest.
He traced your signature with his finger. Nobody wanted to hear from him. No one cared about how his days were or showed him kindness.
But you did.
He’d write you back.
And he’d count the days until he got your next letter.
Dex having a kind pen pal is so sweet?! He deserves something nice for his days and I'm sure he's gonna cling to those letters like they are the most precious treasure.
--
On another note, he's definitely hunting down reader the moment he escapes prison. Heck, she might even be the reason behind it. He needs to see his kind pen pal.
Summary: Frank has a hard time letting go of guilt.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Raise Your Glass - P!nk / “You can choose to let it go”
Warnings: Established relationship, recovery, hopeful, Frank Langdon (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 19 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Inhale, exhale.
Frank didn’t have a bad day. He wouldn’t say it was particularly good, but it wasn’t bad. He handled his patients well. Things were okay overall with his colleagues. As okay as they could be.
So, why did his chest feel so tight?
Inhale, exhale.
“You’ve been staring at the wall for about five minutes. Have you blinked?”
Frank smiled to himself when you sat down beside him. He reached for your hand instinctively, his thumb moving along your wedding ring. It grounded him. Helped him breathe a little easier.
Inhale, exhale.
“Blinking is for quitters,” he joked, resting his head against yours.
“How was today?” you asked.
“Not bad.” Frank replied, turning to kiss the top of your head. “Just finding my footing still.”
It would’ve been easy if everything went back to the way they were before, but life wasn’t like that. There was no rewinding or rewriting the past. There were consequences because of his choices.
He was thankful he hadn’t lost you.
“Proud of you, Frank,” you said so sincerely that his eyes burned.
“You shouldn’t be,” he whispered.
Not when his addiction almost destroyed everything.
“Yes, I should be,” you argued softly.
Of course, you defended him.
“I just…” He closed his eyes. “I still feel guilty some days.”
He was getting a second chance that most didn’t get. Why him? How was the fair?
“You can choose to hold onto the guilt and let it fuel you. You can choose to let it go,” you said, squeezing his hand gently. “Either way, I know you’re working hard to be a better version of yourself, and I will continue to be proud of you.”
Inhale, exhale.
The weight in his chest felt lighter for the first time that day.
All thanks to you.
We all need someone to lean on! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Cate. Cate. Cate. When I tell you I started at this. 😂😭 *deep breath* Here we go.
Fuck - Dex
It would be intense and everything I could want and more, but the man is just a bit unstable and could be dangerous as a long-term partner. A good fling could be fun. He'll probably keep me anyway.
Marry - Bucky
Let's be real. Once he's healed and has support, we know he is deeply loyal, protective, and committed. He's the kind of partner who wants a peaceful life with someone he loves. Let that be me!
Kiss - Frank
He deserves a kiss. Look at him! The man has some work to do on himself, but he is trying.
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Playlist Prompt: Come and Get Your Love - Redbone / “What's the matter with you”
Warnings: Jail time for Dex, kind reader, Benjamin Poindexter and his POV (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 18 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Dex never expected to get letters in prison.
The first few weren’t kind.
Go to hell.
You deserve to rot.
What’s the matter with you? Seriously. You have issues.
They didn’t know or understand him. He was a good guy. He was trying to help.
What right did they have to judge him?
And then your letter came.
Dear Dex,
I hope it’s okay that I’m writing to you. I also hope it’s okay that I’m calling you Dex. I was told you prefer that over Benjamin, and I wanted to be respectful of that.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I’m part of a volunteer letter writing program. Believe it or not, this is my first letter! I’m sure it’s obvious. I even wrote this introduction three times. I guess I’m a little nervous.
Not because of you though.
I just didn’t want this to sound insincere or weird.
I know we’re strangers, but I imagine some days aren’t very kind to you. Is that presumptuous of me? I’m sorry if it is. Regardless, I hope this letter brings a little brightness to your day. Even if it’s only for a few minutes.
Is it silly to want that for someone I’ve never met?
You don’t have to write back if you don’t want to. There’s no pressure to do so. But if you’d like, I’d love to hear from you.
Until then, I hope you’re doing well.
He read your name at the bottom of the letter out loud.
Something settled deep in his chest.
He traced your signature with his finger. Nobody wanted to hear from him. No one cared about how his days were or showed him kindness.
But you did.
He’d write you back.
And he’d count the days until he got your next letter.
