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Pairing: Mickey Henry x Divorced!Reader
Word Count: 349
Audience: Teen+
Warnings: Smoking, Drinking
Synopsis: You meet a handsome stranger on a solo trip to Athens.
A/N: June 28th submission for June Jukebox Scribbles with the song prompt Northern Attitude by Noah Kahan, Hozier. Lyrics in bold.
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You picked Athens for a reason. A post-divorce trip alone in a foreign city filled with ancient architecture that was sure to make you feel like a speck of dust in the universe is just what you needed - to feel insignificant and like the world isn't inspecting you under a microscope.
The club is packed, and it makes you forget that you came here alone. You want to dance and drink and sweat the last few months of your life out of every single pore. Warm, sun-tanned bodies brush against yours under the strobe lights, and you tilt your head to the ceiling, feeling the music wash over you. It's almost a spiritual experience, and you make a mental note to thank the DJ before you leave for his taste in tunes.
When you look up at the booth, he already has his eyes on you - cigarette in one hand, the other holding headphones up to one ear as he moves to the music. You don't break eye contact, and his gaze darkens. He gestures for a man just off the stage to trade him spots before making his way through the crowd to you.
"Are you here alone?" He asks. He's American to your surprise. And remarkably handsome with piercing blue eyes that rival the Aegean.
"No," you lie. As good-looking as he is, he is a complete stranger.
He shakes another cigarette out of the carton in his front pocket and nestles it coolly behind his ear. "Well, whoever you came with is missing out."
You thumb your ring finger, skin searching for cool metal where your wedding band used to be as you assess this beautiful stranger.
"Dance with me?" You ask.
He leans down to talk softly into your ear. "I'm Mickey. If I get too close-"
"You're fine," you cut him off, assuring him as you press your body closer to his - yearning for physical connection. You give him your name, and he practically purrs it back into your ear, with a sultry, "Let's get out of here."
Pairing: The Projectionist x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 303
Audience: Mature
Warnings: Reader is cheating on her partner with the Projectionist.
Synopsis: You spend some time not watching a film.
A/N: June 27th submission for June Jukebox Scribbles with the song prompt The Dark End of the Street by James Carr. Lyrics in bold.
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You cross your fingers as you walk down the lantern-lined street. It's too late for a young woman to be out on her own, but every step you take brings you closer to him. You'll risk the raised brows and judgment on the faces of passersby for a few blissful hours with the beautiful bohemian in his bed.
At the dark end of the street, that's where you always meet - and there he is, white shirt unbuttoned to reveal a bit of chest hair, suspenders hanging down at his sides, and a wicked smile on his face just for you.
"You ready for a show?" He asks softly, embracing you in the moonlit alley.
"Always!" You answer excitedly.
He ushers you into the projection room he's made home and hands you a cup of wine. "Fresh out of stemmed glasses," he says sarcastically. You shrug, unbothered. You'd drink wine out of a boot with him if that's all he had.
"I saw The Blue Bird on the marquee," you say after taking a sip.
"Just got it in. No one's laid eyes on her yet. Do you want to get canned and watch it or do you have to go home to him tonight?"
"He left on business and won't be back until tomorrow night," you tell him.
He answers with a wink and clinks your cup against his own.
The film clicks softly as the reel feeds it through the projector, and the silent show plays on the cinema screen. You both miss the entire story, too caught up in each other. His face is between your thighs when the projector's cooling fan kicks on, signaling the end of the film.
"Stay tonight," he begs, voice muffled by your body. "Stay with me."
"I'll stay every night," you moan, wishing you could.
I’m going to take a break for a bit. Life is lifin’ right now. I have one more scribble set to post this month. Otherwise I think I need a mental health break and reset for a while.
Characters: Bucky & Alpine, no romantic pairings
Word Count: 299
Audience: General
Synopsis: Bucky and Alpine save each other in Bucharest.
A/N: June 22nd submission for June Jukebox Scribbles with the song prompt Wonderwall by Oasis. Lyrics in bold.
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The streets of Bucharest are teeming with life as he blazes a trail through the maze of morning shoppers. Plums. That's all he wants. That's his mission.
"Bună dimineaţa," he greets the woman at the fruit stand. She smiles and nods, wishing him a good morning as well.
"Două vă rog," he says, picking two plums from the crate and handing them to her along with cash. "Multumesc."
Easy, simple. Mission complete. He makes his way back to his apartment, but the hair on his neck bristles at a flash of white in the alley. He stops and assesses the brick walkway. A tiny mew sounds from behind a dumpster, and he takes a step closer.
Another mew, this time louder. More confident. A white cat with blue eyes is sitting on an empty box of wine.
"Oh," he says. "Hi."
The cat meows and jumps off the box before twisting its way between his legs.
"Umm," he starts, unsure. It could be covered in fleas. He crouches down and takes a closer look. No collar, and the animal looks to be in okay shape. "Are you out here all alone?"
The cat meows again.
"I wish I knew your name," he says. "I wish I knew my own."
The cat begins to purr and nuzzle against his leg again.
"Okay, c'mon. Are you hungry? I think I have some tinned fish."
He picks up the cat cautiously and starts to walk back to his apartment. No one bats an eye as it perches on his shoulder, claiming him.
He inspects the cat for fleas when they get inside, and then gives her a bowl of tuna.
"I bet you didn't expect someone to save you today, huh, girl? Well, maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me."
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Characters: Bucky & Alpine, no romantic pairings
Word Count: 299
Audience: General
Synopsis: Bucky and Alpine save each other in Bucharest.
A/N: June 22nd submission for June Jukebox Scribbles with the song prompt Wonderwall by Oasis. Lyrics in bold.
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The streets of Bucharest are teeming with life as he blazes a trail through the maze of morning shoppers. Plums. That's all he wants. That's his mission.
"Bună dimineaţa," he greets the woman at the fruit stand. She smiles and nods, wishing him a good morning as well.
"Două vă rog," he says, picking two plums from the crate and handing them to her along with cash. "Multumesc."
Easy, simple. Mission complete. He makes his way back to his apartment, but the hair on his neck bristles at a flash of white in the alley. He stops and assesses the brick walkway. A tiny mew sounds from behind a dumpster, and he takes a step closer.
Another mew, this time louder. More confident. A white cat with blue eyes is sitting on an empty box of wine.
"Oh," he says. "Hi."
The cat meows and jumps off the box before twisting its way between his legs.
"Umm," he starts, unsure. It could be covered in fleas. He crouches down and takes a closer look. No collar, and the animal looks to be in okay shape. "Are you out here all alone?"
The cat meows again.
"I wish I knew your name," he says. "I wish I knew my own."
The cat begins to purr and nuzzle against his leg again.
"Okay, c'mon. Are you hungry? I think I have some tinned fish."
He picks up the cat cautiously and starts to walk back to his apartment. No one bats an eye as it perches on his shoulder, claiming him.
He inspects the cat for fleas when they get inside, and then gives her a bowl of tuna.
"I bet you didn't expect someone to save you today, huh, girl? Well, maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me."
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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