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Hey, Zombie! How are Steve and Newbie spending his birthday? 🥹

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.

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"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."

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Happy Tech Tuesday!! ⚡

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Tech Tuesday: Walter Marshall (Snippet)

A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Don’t Speak - No Doubt / “I know what you're thinkin'”

Word Count: 298

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"Oh, also, Teddy from Algebra asked me out a date on Saturday!" Faye announced to the little dinner table.

"Teddy?" Walter asks, eyebrow raised. "The classmate who's been tutoring you?"

"Yeah! He's been very sweet, patient. And, let's face it, if he can handle me at my dumbest, he deserves at least one date, right?"

"Just be careful with that 'deserves' talk," you warn. "That can get outta hand real quick."

"I'll be okay! I promise! Tina and Brad even agreed to make it a double date."

"Smart," Walter nods.

"You're a lot more okay with this than I thought you'd be," Faye comments.

Walter shrugs, "I know what you're thinking but I'm trying to not be the overprotective dad type. You've known this boy, you've told me about him, and your friends are going with you. Unless he does something, anything that makes you uncomfortable, I will do my best to let him be."

"That's very mature of you Walter," you praise. Turning to Faye you add, "but I'm still going to make sure you've got a can mace in your purse."

"Thank you!" she exclaims.

"Did you tell your mother about this date?" Walter interrupts.

Faye's happy demeanor immediately drops and you hear a quiet, "no."

"You're going to have to," Walter asserts.

"But she always gets so...weird when I talk about boys. She goes on long rants about 'not wasting my life' or whatever."

"And she'll be even angrier if she finds out about a secret relationship," Walter warns. "So you will need to tell her. Understood?"

Faye gives you a pleading look but you shake your head.

"Don't look at me. I'm siding with him, and not just because he's your dad."

"Okay," Faye mumbles.

"Thank you," Walter lets out a relieved sigh.

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Tech Tuesday: Lloyd Hansen | Part 12

Summary: You're ready to talk.

Warnings: BDSM elements, Implied smut, Insecure reader. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.

Word Count: 1.3k

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Ever since you moved in together, you've also been taking the same car into work. You barely have to drive anymore! Except when Lloyd knows he's going to be working late. Sometimes you'll take the option of joining him in his office after he's clocked out. Other times you'll take your car into work so you can just go home when you're done for the day.

He won't say it, but he really enjoys when you take the option to stay with him. If someone does try calling him out on it, he'll say he focuses better when you're keeping his cock warm. In truth, he really does enjoy your company. It's often quiet, but it's never the tense, annoying quiet that makes him feel like he has to say something. The two of you have your own communication style that works for you, doesn't feel forced, and lets him relax, knowing you will talk when you're ready.

And that's why, when he sees the spread of chocolates on the coffee table, he knows you need to talk about something difficult.

"Maestro," he barks out.

You quickly come out of the bedroom, wearing one of his favorite negligees. Communication was rough for the two of you so making it feel like a scene, a realm where the instant you said "stop" everything would stop, made it feel much safer. Made it easier to talk.

"Sir," you acknowledge, keeping your face tilted down.

"Sit," he gestures to the couch.

Immediately you run to your spot on the couch and sit. Even though you set this up, even though Lloyd is following your cues, it's a scene. He's the one who makes the demands and you wait for him to speak before you do anything.

As eager as he is to get you talking about what's bothering you, Lloyd knows he has a part to play. It's a part he's played many times now. A part he takes pride in playing to perfection. Instead of immediately moving to his side of the couch, he freshens up. Regardless of if this ends up in sex or not, he wants to be ready and look and smell good for you.

Stepping into the living room, Lloyd lets himself smile a little at seeing you sitting perfectly still, being a good girl for him.

When he sits next to you, he gently caresses your cheek and you lean into his touch ever so slightly.

"There's my good girl," he purrs, pouring himself some brandy. "You remember how this works?"

"Yes, Sir," you reply clearly, keeping your gaze directed at the table. You're nervous, but you know this needs to happen. You need to tell Lloyd about your hesitations. This was the safest way you could think to do so.

Lloyd picks up one of the chocolates and gently presses it against your lips. You breathe in and your senses are full of the mocha caramel goodness. But you don't open your mouth to taste it.

"Good girl, Maestro," Lloyd smirks. "Always behaving for me. Now, if you want this chocolate, you gotta tell me what's on your mind."

"I...I owe you an explanation, Sir," you confess, cheeks heating from how vulnerable you feel already.

"An explanation about...?"

"Why I kept turning down your proposal."

"Good girl. Open your mouth so you can get a sweet treat."

Opening your mouth, Lloyd sets the chocolate on your tongue and you let out a soft moan at the flavor. Lloyd really does get only the best things. But that's why you need to talk to him.

"You keep moaning like that you're gonna end up with a salty treat pretty quick," Lloyd teases. You know he's smirking, but you keep your gaze aimed at the table.

Looking over the spread, Lloyd picks up another chocolate and takes a sniff.

"Mmmm. This smells so damn sweet, but I know your pussy is even sweeter."

"Thank you, Sir."

Lloyd places the second chocolate against your lips. This time you breathe in a raspberry chocolate combination that has you salivating.

"So what's this explanation?" he coos.

For the first time you hesitate, needing to work yourself up to it. You set this up to help you feel safe even when at your most vulnerable. You can do this for Lloyd.

"You're too good for me," you whisper, tears forming in your eyes.

Lloyd tenses. He's been called a lot of things in life but never "too good" for someone. He wants to ask what you mean but he has to wait. He has to keep up the act, remind you that you're safe.

"That's something I never thought I'd hear," he admits with a smirk, pushing the chocolate into your mouth.

The flavors explode in your mouth and provide a welcome distraction from how frayed your nerves are feeling. One of the things you love about Lloyd is that, so often, neither of you has to say anything for the other to understand. But this isn't something that he can intuit. This is something you need to say out loud.

He grabs another chocolate, without bothering to look them over, and gently places it against your lips. Chocolate with hints of coffee fill your senses.

"So how the hell am I too good for an angel like you?" Lloyd's voice is firm but you can pick up the hint of desperation. He wants to understand but he can't until you tell him.

"I...you...I'm...Suzanne was right, Sir," you whimper. "I barely graduated high school. Only went to community college. You're a Harvard grad making big money as the head of legal for a big company. I...I'm just..."

Lloyd removes the chocolate from your lips as the tears start pouring. Carefully clamping his hand on the back of your neck your shoulders slacken a little at the familiar touch.

"Breathe, Maestro," he gently orders. "Deep breath in through your nose...Now out through your mouth."

He talks you through the breathing until you're feeling steady again.

"I think my good girl deserves two chocolates for that one," Lloyd smiles, gently patting your hair. "Though, after all of this, there will be a few spanks because Suzanne is never right."

"Yes, Sir," you sniffle, your heart growing at the care Lloyd is giving you. At how he's keeping up the act, treating this like a scene. Just like you need.

As you're eating the two chocolates Lloyd gives you, he keeps his hand rubbing up and down your back. He's thinking about how to proceed. He knows he's not "too good" for you, but you seem to think differently. How is going to convince you? Will you let him build you up or will you retreat into yourself at the compliments? He knows how weak you get for praise in a scene, but this is something more important. More intimate.

When you've finished the chocolates, Lloyd gently grips your chin and makes you look at him.

"You've gotten to know me pretty well these past two years or so, Maestro. So I know you know that I am not a man who 'settles'. I do not cut corners. I do not skimp. I do not just accept what I'm given if I think I deserve more." Lloyd leans in close, "so when I say I want you, you better believe it's because I think you're the best of the best. And, on the off chance you still can't bring yourself to believe it, I will happily start doing some positive reinforcement training. Because no one talks bad about my good girl, my Maestro. Not even you."

"Thank you, Lloyd," you whisper as the tears keep spilling.

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If I were to introduce a Doggy Daycare for Biscoff and Ransom, who do you think should be running it?

Should it be:

Joaquín Torres

Thor

Other (please comment)

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Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale (Snippet)

A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: I Believe In A Thing Called Love - The Darkness / “We'll be rocking till the sun goes down”

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Ransom had never been an active person. Then he adopted a corgi. Well, to be fair, a corgi adopted him. He'd done some rudimentary research before officially adopting Biscoff but when he read "athletic" he just thought the dog would be able to jump better than expected.

He certainly knows better now.

"How can something so tiny have so much energy?" he sighs, exhausted from walking for at least an hour.

Biscoff jumps up on the couch and snuggles Ransom, sighing contentedly.

"I swear you're a ball of energy and fluff fueled by food I drop on the floor. Maybe you're getting too much. Those daily recommended diets must be bullshit."

At the mention of food, Biscoff's ears twitch and he looks expectantly at Ransom.

"No. We've eaten for the day. We're done."

Biscoff whines making Ransom roll his eyes.

"You know I used to be a heartless bastard. Those whines never would've worked on me before I met you and Bubbles."

At the mention of your name, Biscoff's butt wiggles.

"I know how you feel. But she's having a girl's day with her friends so it's just you and me."

Biscoff huffs and Ransom starts petting him.

"Yeah, but she needs her girl time with her friends. She can't spend every hour of every day with us. That's just unhealthy. And if I'm going to be walking you for hours on end, I better be healthy. Right?"

Biscoff rolls on his back, silently telling Ransom he wants belly rubs.

"Alright, alright. Tonight we rest and tomorrow we'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down. Maybe I can start teaching you some more tricks so we have more than walking in our itinerary."

Biscoff would answer but he's already asleep.

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Tech Tuesday: Bring Your Pet to Work Day

Summary: The office is hosting an adoption event and inviting employees to bring family and pets to the office!

Bucky Barnes

Originally Bucky had no intention of going to the adopt event at the office, but when Jefferson and Grace expressed an interest, he went ahead and got them the visitor passes they'd need to get through security in the lobby. Giving them a small tour of the IT Department he almost skips Curtis' cubicle but Grace spots Soot climbing one of the cubicle walls and immediately investigates. The dogs, Lily and Biscoff, seem happy to meet her as well.

In the terrace at the back of the building he stands back a bit as he watches Grace and Jefferson cooing over the different pets. Grace seems especially taken by the bunnies.

Bucky feels an odd pressure on his leg. Looking down he sees a tiny white kitten with bright blue eyes trying to climb his jeans.

"Hey there little one," he coos, leaning down to pick up the kitten. "How did you get away from your group?"

The kitten meows at him in a sassy tone and he smiles. He hasn't considered getting a pet but this little escape artist with an attitude is stirring his heart.

Getting out his phone, Bucky texts Sweetie, "how do you feel about cats?"

Curtis Everett

Bringing Soot into the office was more fun than expected. Per the rules of the event, he had her in a cat harness at all times. But even with the limited range of the leash, she'd become quite the little explorer.

It was also a great opportunity to get Soot some socialization with dogs. He wasn't too scared of Lily meeting her because the German Shepherd was so well trained. Sy kept Lily calm while Soot built up her courage to approach.

The real challenge was Biscoff. While Ransom had trained the pup pretty well, Biscoff was still a puppy and a bossy one at that. Soot had learned to climb cubicle walls so, for a long while, she preferred to watch Biscoff from atop the walls. Where he couldn't reach. He whined and wagged his little stubby tail, upset that Soot didn't want to play. Curtis made sure to praise her and give her pets and treats for not scratching or hissing at the dogs. He's hopeful she'll get the lesson.

Curtis also made sure to take several photos of his little office cat to send to Heart. Working a double shift was always made easier by kitten photos.

Double G's

The only pet Geralt would ever truly want is a horse. As that's not an option, he has no strong feelings about the event. Though he is happy to support his partner's enjoyment of it.

G has been roaming the entire office, determined to at least ask to pet every critter that has been brought in. He will need Geralt to do the driving and cooking tonight because he's going to be very exhausted from the socialization, but it's worth it. Connecting with other humans has never been a strong suit. Having to keep up a mask and triple check each movement, each word he spoke, to avoid getting weird looks or laughed at. Not his strong suit.

But animals? They're a lot more obvious about what they think of you. If a dog sniffs your hand and turns away, you know they're not interested. If a cat leans into your touch, you know they like you. It's a simple thing that makes him even more eager for to get that small house so he can finally get a couple of pets for himself.

Jake Jensen

The office had asked for volunteers to help with the event and Sunshine had eagerly signed up. Jake and Sunshine had warned the Twins that they couldn't adopt a pet just yet, they needed to wait until they'd moved into a bigger apartment, or maybe even a house with a yard.

While the Twins were happy playing with all of the animals, they were also showing themselves to be good salespeople. They could easily hype up a pet to a person who was a little interested, listing all the benefits of owning a pet, showing off some "cool skills" the animal had. And each time the person caved, the Twins cheered making everyone even happier about their decision.

Meanwhile Jake hadn't seen Sunshine so bright and smiley in some time. She was thriving in the chaos of making sure the pets and volunteers were fed and hydrated. Making sure everyone was taking their breaks, including letting the animals get some time away from humans. Helping people with the paperwork for the adoptions.

While he's happy she's happy, it only reinforces to Jake that she needs to talk to someone. But who would she listen to?

Johnny Storm

Though he has no pets and knows he's not really responsible enough to take care of one, Johnny still let himself indulge in playing with some of the adoptable dogs at the event. It was a very nice distraction from all of the drama he's been dealing with for Dark Angel. He even joins the Twins in helping to hype up some of the animals, but especially the more senior or skittish dogs that really could just use some more love.

"Seriously, Rocky might look scary, but he barely knows me and he's already letting me pet him," Johnny says to a lady from accounting. "And you can ask the volunteers, they wrote a card for him about how, once he knows you, he's just a giant cuddle bug."

The woman smiles softly, "I could use a cuddle bug."

Holding out her hand she coos, "hey Rocky. You gonna be a good dog for me?"

Rocky licks her hand and maneuvers so that she starts patting his head, making her laugh.

"Okay, okay. I'm sold."

"Yaaaay!!" the Twins cheer on.

Jonathan Pine

With Rose's arm in his, Jonathan eagerly starts looking around at the different pets. He's done some research and, after much discussion with Rose, they're in agreement that a smaller dog is more for them. And preferably not a ball of energy like Ransom's corgi. It's not that Jonathan couldn't keep up with a more energetic dog, but with both of them working so much, they simply don't have time to get such a dog all of the activity they would need.

A little whimper catches his attention and he looks down to see a small Cavalier King Charles Spaniel puppy alone in a box.

"Oh, my dear," he whispers. He lets go of Rose's arm to lean down and pick up the puppy who keeps whimpering. "I think they might be a bit stressed."

"Aww, the poor puppy," Rose coos, gently petting the dog's ears.

It takes a few moments but the puppy does calm and practically goes limp in Jonathan's arms. Rose can certainly empathize.

As they approach one of the volunteers she beams at the three of them. "Oh I'm so glad Tulip found such a lovely couple! She's the last of her siblings to get picked up and you can tell she was getting really lonely."

"Well we're certainly happy to help her," Jonathan replies.

Rose holds Tulip as Jonathan fills out the paperwork. At one point she leans close to him and whispers, "while I'm not moving in just because you have a puppy, I have to admit, she's a good selling point."

Lloyd Hansen

"You don't have to go see the animals if you don't want to," Maestro reassures. "I just wanted to check with you."

"Are there birds?" Lloyd inquires.

"Birds?"

"Yeah. Like parrots and shit. If so, I'll go so I can teach them a bunch of...funny things to say."

"Lloyd Hansen! You will not hurt those birds' chances of being adopted!"

"Are you kidding? Teaching a parrot to cuss like a sailor will only make people more interested in adopting it!"

"This is a family friendly event," Maestro huffs with a smile. "So while I do appreciate your efforts, I don't want you getting in trouble. Both the CFO and CEO are here for this thing."

"Oh like Wilson and Levinson scare me," Lloyd scoffs. "I might be the biggest pains in their ass, but they know I'm the fucking best at what I do. Otherwise they'd have fired me ages ago."

"True," Maestro concedes, wrapping her arms around him. "You are so damn good at arguing people pay you for it! That's an accomplishment."

"Almost as much of one as getting a pretty thing like you to stick around."

Mike

For once, Mike doesn't mind working with tickets for his job. With so many people bringing in their pets, going to visit cubicles or getting calls from people often means getting to interact with an animal. Even just hearing someone talking to their dog while Mike works on their computer is a delight. Everyone just seems so much happier in general and there's a lot less of him being yelled at for things that aren't his fault.

He's also excited to meet Biscoff, Lily and Soot! When he found out his coworkers had pets he was practically bouncing with energy. Which really seemed to work for Biscoff.

"You can take him for a run any time today," Ransom promises. "Just promise to keep an eye out for him...I think the term is 'splooting'. Then you'll have to carry him back to the office."

"Deal! Thanks so much! I love dogs but my family..."

"Family can be complicated," Ransom nods. "Puppies can help."

Ransom Drysdale

Though Biscoff didn't care for the leash indoors, Ransom was grateful to have it. Given how eager the puppy was to be friends with Lily and Soot, or eager to herd them like he did the Jensen Twins, Ransom needed to make sure Biscoff wouldn't sneak away and cause trouble.

Ransom tried to make sure his cubicle was as comfortable for the puppy as he could get it. He'd even bought a new bed and a few new toys to keep Biscoff happy. But that didn't stop the little whines and grumbles every time Biscoff reached the limit of his leash.

"You know what? I think I know something that'll help you," Ransom says before getting out of his chair. He sends a message to Bubbles and grabs Biscoff's leash.

"Piede," he orders and Biscoff happily moves to stand next to Ransom, waiting for permission to walk.

Doubling checking that he has treats in his pocket, Ransom leads Biscoff to Bubbles' office with minimal trouble. Not everyone has their pets so well trained and each time they encounter such a dog, Ransom makes sure to praise and reward Biscoff for not engaging.

Steve Rogers

Even though his apartment building doesn't allow pets, Steve doesn't let that stop him from getting to know every dog he can meet. He and Clark actually team up to play tug-of-war with some of the bigger dogs to make them more appealing for adoption. Sure, most apartments in the city don't have a lot of room for a big dog, but it's not their fault they're so big.

Besides, as Newbie points out, the big dogs don't seem so giant when Steve and Clark are with them.

"I wish I could adopt a few of them," Clark admits. "It's one of the things I miss about Kansas. I know Ma and Pa could use some helping hands."

"They have herds?" Steve aks. The two of them have been becoming good friends.

"No, but there still things dogs can do to help," Clark explains. "My cousin's dog was so wild but they were good at keeping animals out of the crops."

"Maybe you should pay them a visit some time," Newbie encourages. "You've got some vacation time saved up, right?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Clark muses as he scritches the ears of a mastiff puppy.

Syverson

As much as Sy doesn't want to make Darling go into the office, Lily absolutely refuses to leave her side. Thankfully Darling finds it fun and sees it as an opportunity to talk to Rose some more. Maybe even get to know some of the other members of the IT Department. Sy won't ever deny Darling wanting to make friends.

Darling does enjoy getting to talk to Rose and helping Ransom and Curtis socialize their pets with Lily. But what gives her the most joy is that, when she sees the Jensen's Twins, she no longer feels a pit in her stomach. Not that long ago, seeing a couple of happy, active children would've been another reminder of her inability to get pregnant. Now she just smiles and enjoys thinking about if she'll be having a boy or a girl.

Syverson definitely notices the change in Darling. Lily isn't as attentive as when Darling is feeling bad. It honestly brings him a calm he didn't know he was missing.

Walter Marshall

"I don't care if Mitzy is 'a well behaved angel' or not, the rules are that they need to be on a leash if they're going to be in the building," Spitfire asserts, trying to keep her voice calm.

The woman huffs and leaves for her car, muttering under her breath. Spitfire's pretty sure she's saying nothing nice about her, but that ain't her problem.

As much as she supports the company sponsoring a shelter, this whole pet-day thing should've probably been better thought out. At least for the security department. The higher ups probably just thought, "add a rule about putting pets on a leash and everything will be fine." Great in theory. If only people didn't try to continually flout the rules or find workarounds.

During your lunch break with Walter you lean in close. "I'm gonna need some serious stress relief tonight."

Walter nods. "Your place or mine?"

"Yours. Fewer neighbors so I can be louder."

"I'll wait for you to in the lobby," he rasps in your ear.

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