My Fantasy Escape😈👸🏽♍️💙

"No! Go around the other side!"

"Hngh??" you mumbled as you fought your way out of sleep. Who was whispering? What was going on?

"No! We gotta surround them and then attack!"

You continued to gain awareness as a heavy weight that draped over you shifted, bristly hair and lips brushing your shoulder. Lloyd. Lloyd was lying half on top of you. "I'll surround and attack you if you don't shut the fuck up," he mumbled.

"Oh shit," the first voice whispered again.

"Jaaaake," you finally were able to speak up, your voice thick with sleep. "What have we said about gaming in bed?!"

"Uh, sorry guys," Jake said, and you knew without opening your eyes that he was speaking into his headset. "I gotta go." There was some rustling and fumbling, and then Jake spoke again, directed at you and Lloyd now. "Sorry. I couldn't sleep, but I didn't want to get up up, because you know, I just like being in bed with you so much, so I thought if I was just really quiet–"

"Jake," you whined into your pillow, "that's so fucking cute and annoying, but I should be asleep right now!"

"Yeah, you're right. I'm so sorry. I'll play without the headset this time, and I'll turn the brightness on the screen dow–"

"Go to sleep, before I knock you out with that keyboard," Lloyd growled, barely lifting his head off your back.

"Or I'll go to sleep, yeah!" Jake quickly agreed.

It took a few minutes for him to get all of his gaming gear off the bed, but then Jake finally layed down next to you. As soon as his back hit the bed, you and Lloyd both rearranged yourselves so that you were spooning Jake and Lloyd was spooning you with one arm slung over you to rest on Jake.

"Oh, this is nice," Jake said, too loud, as he shifted himself back into you.

Summary: You come clean about your unhappy dating life.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Insecure reader, Unrequited feelings. Please let me know if I missed any!

Previous

"Yup, that's it. I give up," you tell yourself as you climb the stairs to your apartment, tears falling down your cheeks.

Another date another guy who treated you like you should be grateful for his attention. It's just too painful to keep putting yourself out there only to be mocked.

From your apartment door you can hear Colin practicing his guitar. Normally you'd try to be quiet so he couldn't hear you slinking back home alone but you're hurting and thinking about him doesn't help.

Grabbing a cup of water you let yourself just stand in the kitchen and cry.

"Sweets?" Colin calls from your door. "Hey Sweets? You home already?"

Tech Tuesday: Steve Rogers | Snippet

Summary: You and Steve take another important step in your relationship.

Warnings: Bad jokes, Implied smut, Puns. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

Series Masterlist; Tech Tuesday Masterlist

"I can't believe how difficult it is to find birthday stuff amongst all the Fourth of July decorations!" you huff as you push the shopping cart down yet another aisle.

"I mean, there are worse holidays to share your birthday with," Steve blushes. "Can you imagine sharing your birthday with Christmas?"

"Sort of. Mom's birthday is the day after so you can imagine the stories she'd tell about no one having the energy to celebrate her birthday. The disappointment at not getting any gifts for her special day."

Steve winces. "Now I know why you made sure to keep her birthday gifts separated from her Christmas gifts."

"Exactly! But that still doesn't help me now."

"You know we don't need to do anything special for my birthday, right? I'll be more than happy with a cake from you and a visit with some friends."

"Yes, but how am I supposed to bake you a birthday cake when all I'm able to find are Fourth of July things?" you pout.

Steve hugs you from behind and gently kisses your neck, distracting you from your shopping frustrations.

"You could always just get me some cheese so I can have a gouda birthday," he jokes, making you giggle.

"That's so cheesy!" you roll your eyes. "Maybe I should bake up a cheesecake for you."

"Ooo! That does sound yummy!"

"Good thing you're not a ghost or I'd have to try to make i-scream cake," you smirk.

Steve throws his head back as he laughs. "I love you so much. I'll never dessert you."

Preternaturally Annoying

Warnings: Asshole Lloyd. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.

"Don't use 'preternatural'," Lloyd scoffs. "That's an asshole word."

"You're just pissed that I got a triple word score off your 'tern'," you retort.

Lloyd grumbles under his breath. He really thought he'd burned that square for you.

When Lloyd had been told he needed to retire or he'd be thrown into prison, he'd opted for the safer route, even if it was more boring. But he hadn't been prepared for just how boring.

He'd ended up finding himself walking into the library just to try to find something to do and that's when he spotted you working the reference desk. Not his usual type, but he had to admit those hips combined with the cardigan and hair tied up really did something for him.

Especially when you kept shooting him down. No matter what he did, you never gave in. Never gave him what he wanted. You were a challenge. You were interesting.

When he found out you were running a Scrabble Tournament he signed up for it, knowing it would force you to interact with him. He wasn't expecting to be good at it, let alone enjoying the outlet for his competitiveness. He even took the time to research the best words to use for unusual letters.

And yet, you're still kicking his ass. If you weren't in a public place, he wouldn't be spending so much energy into hiding his erection.

what's something the babes find insanely attractive despite it not being conventionally "sexy"? and where did that come from?

(also, I'm so sorry i still haven't gotten to your hoe ask, siri. I'm working on it, wanna do justice to it because that prompt is AMAZINGGGG🥹)

Hello, sweet Veni! Thank you for the fun ask! And sorry it took me a while to reply, I’m worthless during the work week 😵‍💫 Also no rush or pressure on the ask I sent you, seriously ❤️

Hoe’kay so!!! Here are a few ideas off the top of my head…

Ransom: When you wear one of his suuuper worn sweaters that’s a little stretched out, so it falls down your shoulder and he gets a glimpse of bare skin and he’s feral!

Steve: Your natural scent. No perfume or body wash or anything extra. And because he has super soldier senses, it hits him even harder and makes him 🤤 It just really tickles something primal in his brain.

mountain town handyman, exasperated with how unprepared you are for the living conditions of where you moved to

your friend's much older brother picking you up from where you got stranded in the rain, after you sent the text for help to him by accident

the man you were arranged to marry (whom you decided to hate solely because of the forced marriage) being the one who rescues you from a dangerous situation

Had to go through a few iterations before I could finally settle on matches.

Snippets below the cut.

Mountain Town Handyman: Steve Rogers

Friend's Much Older Brother: Ari Levinson

Arranged Marriage: Andy Barber

A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan (with Hozier) / “If I get too close”

Warnings: Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 300

Main Story

Kissing Steve's forehead you chirp, "thanks for watching James while I go get some photos."

"I'm not going to keep my mate from her passions," Steve assures. "Especially not when those same passions brought her to me."

"Who'd have thought wildlife photography would nab me my very own werewolf?"

"A werewolf, a happy home, a baby."

"A lot of love and happiness. Thought for sure no guy would want the crazy lady who spent weeks the woods for just the right shot."

A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Groove Is In The Heart - Deee-Lite / “No, I couldn't ask for another”

Word Count: 264

The kitchen is filled with a delightful array of aromas as Mace is blitzing through a variety of new possible recipes for the restaurant. Meanwhile you're at the kitchen island eagerly waiting for him to ask you to taste test. He'd warned you before moving in that you and Curtis would be required to do this for him as part of being roommates. Lucky for you, Mace is an excellent chef.

"Alright, this is a variant on pasta aglioli," he begins, turning to face you with a fork adorned with angel hair pasta. "Let's see how the flavor and texture combinations work."

You don't hesitate to take the bite offered. Despite his need to test, Mace has an incredibly good track record.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!"

"You're not just saying that, right?" Mace smirks.

"You wouldn't trust me as a taste tester if I did that," you counter. "Oh! The aftertaste is especially good!"

"Good," Mace's shoulders relax. Clearly that was the element he was worried about. "Now go ahead and have one of those garlic butter cheese rolls you've been eyeing."

"Oh, no, I couldn't ask for another."

"I know. That's why I'm telling you to have one."

You don't need more of invitation.

"You know what these would go good with?" you mumble around the roll.

"A good drink?" Curtis jokes as he steps into the kitchen, hands still dirty from work.

"Yes!"

"I'll mix us up a little something," Mace promises. "Wash your hands and have a seat so I can get a second opinion on this recipe."

"My pleasure," Curtis winks.

A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”

A/N2: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Animals with injuries/birth defects.

Word Count: 300

Main story coming soon(Ish)!

Steve doesn't need a clock to tell that it's 12:30. Tank, Marigold and Parker were standing at the door waiting for your lunch break and their afternoon walk.

When you'd first moved into the apartment next door Steve was scared you'd be angry at living next to a place that fostered special needs dogs and cats. Instead, you asked to be shown the animals and cooed over each of them while also paying attention to Steve's warnings about care and treatment.

You even asked if you could take some of them for walks when you took your lunch break. Working from home you know you need to make sure you get out of your apartment from time to time. Having a neighbor who fostered dogs was a great opportunity to do so.

The knock at the door had Steve smiling as the dogs' tails started wagging. Carefully making sure not to step on any paws or wheelchair components, he makes his way to the door to unlock it.

"HI Steve," you cheer as you see him. Carefully stepping through the door, you delight at all the happy puppies eager for their walk. "Hey pretties! You ready for walkies?"

The dogs are immediately barking and tippy-tapping, as they're able.

Grabbing the leashes you ask Steve, "are you able to join us today?"

"Nah, I've got a blind kitten that's still getting used to things. Need to stick close for him."

"Gotcha. I'll take this little pack around a block or two and be back in no time."

After you've left Steve checks in on the kitten, talking softly about you.

"She's so sweet and beautiful," Steve confesses. "She's out of my league, of course. Who isn't? But some days I like to think I'm gonna make her mine, all mine."

A/N: Reader is female, nickname Heart. No physical descriptors used.

A/N2: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “No I can't promise that I won't do that”

Word Count: 284

Main Story

Curtis texted that he was in the parking lot and you quickly tell your supervisor you're going on break. You practically ran out to the parking lot where Curtis was there to greet you with a box of cookies and, in his jacket, an adorable black kitten peeking out.

"Oh my gosh! She's too cute!" you squee before giving Curtis a small kiss.

"Almost as cute as you," he beams. "She seems to like hiding out in my jacket but she's also on a leash, just to be safe."

"Very smart," you nod as you give the little kitten chin scritches. "Isn't he, Soot? Isn't he just so smart?"

A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “I never understood a single word he said”

Warnings: Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 217

"I've heard that cats are more talkative when their owners are talkative, but Fred isn't very vocal," Mary says to the table.

"He probably talks plenty when we're not home," Frank suggests.

"He talks to me all the time," you chime in. "Your first day at school? He was extra chatty! I never understood a word he said but he must've been missing you."

"He doesn't talk to you," Mary accuses with a small glare.

You shrug your shoulders. "Not to me, of course. I think he likes the sound of his own voice."

Mary huffs in disbelief. "If that were the case, he'd be talking all the time."

"Fair enough," you concede. "But I still promise he talks a lot when you two are gone."

"And where's your proof?"

"What? You can't just take my word for it?"

Frank interjects, "you've been known to tease and exaggerate."

Mary points at him while giving you a "see?" look and you raise your hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I'll see about getting you proof."

Mary jumps out of her chair, "you have a camera! I'll go get it so we can set it up!"

You and Frank give each other terrified looks before chasing after her, hoping to catch her before she accidentally sees what's on the camera.

Pick one if you can:

Mace, a mechanics engineer rather calm and collected, but quite blunt and not afraid to show he likes you. He is just waiting for the right sign...

Jake Jensen, the blushing computer programmer. He is a mess each time you meet and he is awkward at flirting but he makes you smile a lot.

Captain Joaquin Torres. An army man. Simple, kind and friendly. He is quite the gentleman and offered you his help each time there was an occasion to do so.

Oh gosh! Thank you for your patience as I think about a younger man being interested in me. 🫣

Honestly, I'll probably go with Joaquín (forgive me Jake!). He's so smiley and helpful! Plus, I'd be so worried that Jake is a mess around me because he doesn't like me and just wants to be polite.

Warnings: Implied injuries. Please let me know if I missed any.

"Steven Grant Rogers!"

Normally when someone hears their full name from their partner they know their in trouble. But for Steve, it's a sign of life and love.

It started when he woke up in the hospital after a particularly rough mission. You were the nurse in charge of his care and gave him a lecture when you saw his eyes open.

"Steve Grant Rogers! Don't ever scare us like that again. You need to take better care of yourself!"

Steve smiled softly, certain you wouldn't be yelling at a dying patient.

After he healed up, he brought you flowers as a thank you. After every mission, he asked for you. Every time you patched him up, he brought you flowers. You were the only one surprised when he asked you out.

From then on, every time you used his full name was when you were trying to be mad at him.

Buying you the expensive dress you'd been looking at but weren't sure you could pull it off?

"Steven Grant Rogers!"

Blowing off his meetings so he could be your shoulder to cry on after a rough day?

"Steven Grant Rogers!"

Setting up a very intimate picnic at the local botanical gardens so he could propose surrounded by your favorite flowers?

"Steven Grant Rogers!"

He doesn't fear hearing his full name from you. He never will. Because he knows you only say it when he's done something right.

Frustration

Warnings: Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Carefully closing the door behind you so as not to potentially wake your little Anna, you enter your apartment and smile at Jake playing on his Nintendo Switch. Not what many would consider a normal babysitter but you met him through his sister when you needed an emergency babysitter. Apparently he'd been a regular babysitter for her daughter and was very good at it.

Jake looks up at the click of the door and smiles. You swear your heart beats faster every time he smiles at you. He's such a cutey and surprisingly well built, but doesn't seem to know it. Most women don't seem to bother getting to know him past the dorky smile and glasses.

Standing up, Jake starts packing up his things. You really don't want him to leave, though.

"How was Anna?" you ask, stalling for time.

"She was fine," he reassures. "Managed to tire her out with some Mario Kart competitions."

"Is she still the reigning champion?"

"Yes, though it was close," Jake chirps. "We actually had to go into a round three!"

"You're getting better!" you playfully jest.

Jake blushes, shyly looking away while smiling. "Thanks."

He's just too cute. You have to make a move.

"Do you have to go so soon?"

He looks up at you, worry in his eyes. "Is something wrong? Do you need help or company?"

Plucking up the courage you get in close and say in your sexiest voice, "both. I've been so...frustrated lately."

"F-f-frustrated?"

"My toys can only do so much and too often my partners are more concerned with their own satisfaction."

"S-s-sounds frustrating, indeed," he stutters out.

"Will you help me, Jake? Keep me company and help me work out my sexual frustration?"

Jake whimpers, "yes, please."

What's making him smile?

Dr. Studmuffin (Snippet)

Warnings: Hospital setting. Please let me know if I missed any!

"You're awfully smiley for a guy who's worked a shift-and-a-half," Nat smirks. "I'm guessing our New Year's Eve girl is fun to chat with?"

Steve blushes, "yeah. She's so smart! And really sweet."

"Have you actually asked her out yet?"

"No, no, of course not. She's got a broken ankle and she needs to let it rest."

"That'll be the only acceptable reason for not asking her out yet," Nat concedes. "But closer to time you better get your schedule in order."

The Sweetheart Discount

Curtis really doesn't like he Farmer's Market. There's so many people who look over his offerings, getting their grubby hands all over the woodwork, and then never buying anything. People complain about the price no matter what he sets it at so he often opts for a higher price than if he'd sold it from his shop or through Etsy. If they're going to complain, might as well give them something to complain about.

At the very least his time at the Market was good for drawing up plans and supply estimates for bigger projects. Hal was working on some house renovations and the customer wanted shelving built into the walls. Curtis needed to get the contractor some cost and time estimates ranging from cheap and simple to expensive and extravagant.

He's broken out of his mental math by a pretty voice cooing over his figurines.

"Oh my goodness! These woofies are just so cute!" you exclaim.

That's a new one, Curtis thinks while keeping his features schooled. He doesn't want to be accused of scaring people away with his side-eye

Pointing to one of the figurines you ask, "is it okay if I take a closer look?" Curtis is pleasantly surprised at actually being asked so he gives you a nod. "Thank you!"

Carefully picking up the beautiful woodwork, you turn it over in your hands a few times. The cost is higher than you'd like but it would also make a wonderful graduation gift for your nephew. So, swallowing your disappointment, you tell the handsome, if grumpy looking, man at the stall that you'll take it.

Curtis saw your reaction to the price so he's curious, "getting yourself a little something?"

"Oh, no, it's for my nephew," you explain. "He's loved wolves since he was just a toddler and...and now he's graduating college! I can't get him much so I like to make sure my gifts are meaningful."

Curtis nods and takes his pen to the price sticker. He then tells you the new cost which is much lower than the price you saw.

"I...I don't understand, sir."

"Lotta people like to add what they call 'the asshole tax' to their items," he starts. "I automatically add that tax to all the prices, removing it for polite customers. Then I take off a little more for kind people. I nickname it 'the sweetheart discount' because it's only for people who are sweet."

"Oh! Thank you so much, sir!" you beam, happy tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

"Curtis," he replies, holding out his hand. "And if you need more, please let me know."