#dark!Curtis Everett x plus size!reader

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Amazing series, super dark but wow, I love it.

Every story, every character, the fact that the readers know each other is just wow wow woooow. I love this sooooo much. But please read the trigger warnings.

Roo’s Campus AU Masterlist

First Semester (Timeline)

Book Smart (Steve Rogers, MCU)

Below Average (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

Overdue (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

Straightlaced (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

Apple of His Eye (Jake Jensen, The Losers)

Heated (Johnny Storm, Fantastic Four)

Second Semester

Fresh Meat (Thor, MCU)

Messy (Bucky Barnes, MCU)

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Twenty: Sweet Addictions

Summary- 3.7k Curtis Everett x Plus Sized Reader. Curtis and Honey are spending time at Adler's residence in Florida. Jade takes Reader to a special little boutique where You manage to find some very special dresses that Curtis in particular takes an interest in.

Warnings- These two being their usual selves, can't keep their hands off one another. Some mention of dealing with shopping for Plus-Sized clothes.

A/N- Hey! Thank you so much for reading, sharing, commenting, and sending asks and messages. I so appreciate all of you who have taken an interest in these two. All the love! Edited by the wonderful @what-is-your-plan-today, as always all the love, thanks, and biscuits sent your way. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Nineteen / Masterlist

You and Curtis had been there for a few days when Jade and Mary took you shopping, hitting up some boutiques that much to your surprise actually catered to all sizes of women. When you saw the plus-sized signs filling a good section of the stores, you felt relieved that your day of shopping was going to actually be just that, shopping. Not you simply admiring Jade trying items on and acting like the third wheel because nothing would pull over your hips or go around your bust. Or going to a store that praised having a plus-sized selection and it was just a rack with cast-off designs. You were tired of those trips. 

Instead, you browsed fitted tops that were meant to show off your curves, pants that were guaranteed to fit over your hips but didn't look like a stretch waistband nightmare, skirts, and dresses of all varying sizes which included fun sundresses that you fell in love with. Mary helped you sort through them, showing you fun patterns that she felt were cool and you had to agree with her comments. You went with three of Mary’s choices, a black one with white polka dots, a sunflower yellow, and a cream-colored one with a little honey bee pattern scattered all over it.

“Let’s go try them.” You mentioned to Mary as you whisked them off the racks and safely hung them over your arm. 

You were already prepared to go into tight-fitting rooms, with the stiff door that usually swung inwards that made you have to press up against the wall to get out of the way. But like the plentiful plus-sized sizes, the fitting rooms were accommodating for you as well. Nice wide rooms were closed off for privacy by dark curtains. Inside the mirrors didn’t dominate the entire room, but were placed along a couple walls, allowing you to look from different angles but wouldn't point out all your flaws in a menacing way. You changed, slipping on the dresses and stepping out to show Mary and Jade. 

“Okay, Mary, can you be my designer?” Jade whistled playfully, watching as you spun slowly to show them before stopping once more. “Cause that is adorable Y/N.” 

Mary looked with a cynical eye, but soon brightened up with a grin. “Told you it would be perfect.” 

You turned to look at yourself in the full-length mirror back in the dressing room. You started from the crown of your head and down, mentally looking at what you considered your problem areas. Jade saw the expression, turning hard at yourself in the mirror, your eyes flitting from place to place in the mirror. Your sister stepped into the room, letting her chin rest on your shoulder as she looked at you through the mirror. 

“I know what you're doing… don't.” Your eyes met hers and your face lightened. “You look so good, this dress was made for you.” 

“Yeah?” you asked and she nodded. 

“Of course, Mary, our fashion expert did pick it out.” Jade pointed out and Mary, now sporting a large white beach hat, poked her head in with an enthusiastic nod. “Plus wait till Curtis see’s you in this.” Jade smirked and you broke into a bigger grin.

“Alright, get out. You convinced me.” You pushed Jade out and closed the curtain, taking a softer look at yourself, instead of picking yourself apart, you admired the way your body looked in the dress. From somewhere off in the store, you could hear Jade and Mary laughing. It made your heart swell at the sheer joy you felt being here with them. Your gaze roamed up and down the dress now, lingering on the soft material dipping low for a peek at your cleavage and the material swaying slightly with your movements. It didn’t cling around your belly in that way most dresses did. Instead it flared at the bottom, giving your legs plenty of movement when you walked. Your thoughts turned towards your ex briefly, knowing he would hate this, it wasn’t sexy enough. But you were quick to force those thoughts from your mind, his opinions no longer meant anything to you. 

You loved this dress, and you could already picture Curtis telling you that if you felt good, get it. It only mattered how you felt in it. But you were also hoping Curtis would like it too.  

Curtis spent his day with Frank at the marina, getting a crash course on fixing boat engines. He found it fascinating, soaking in the differences between what he typically worked on. Frank, finally satisfied at the end of the day, said it was about time to go, the girls were probably home. 

“So what do you think? You ever want to leave that winter wonderland, you can come down here and do this.” Frank patted affectionately against the hull of what looked to be a yacht made for celebrities. 

“Well I would need some more training, but it's similar enough that I could pick up on it.” Curtis tilted his head back to look up at the massive boat, whistling softly. “She is a beaut, huh?” 

“Yeah, overpriced though. They run these things hard and are willing to pay whatever to get it fixed before next weekend.” 

“Sounds like a story I have heard before.” Curtis chuckled softly, recalling all the times Gilliam needed some engine fixed right that minute so they could push it out of the lot and free up the track for another delivery. “Sounds like you have a good thing going.” 

“It isn't bad, but I would like to go all proper one day, you know? Get a crew and be able to pick and choose what projects I take.” Frank paused at the truck, taking a glance at Curtis. “One day, right now it keeps us comfortable and with Jade’s help, we were able to buy our house. So no complaints. I am a lucky man.” 

Curtis nodded in agreement, unable to disagree with Frank’s statement. 

Pulling up to the house was a welcome sight. The change from deep winter in Duluth left him unprepared for the sunny winters Florida offered. He just wanted to shower away the sweat and grime and change his clothes. 

But all those thoughts changed as they parked in the garage and you popped the door open leading into the house, stepping out with two beers and a sundress that hugged around your waist and torso while it turned wispy around your hips. The sleeves hung off your arms, leaving you bare shouldered where Curtis just knew that if he pressed his lips there you would make that soft throaty whine telling him that you wanted more. You were glowing happiness right now, reaching them as they approached, you passed the beers off to them.

“Jade is inside, she wanted to know if you wanted to go out tonight.” 

“I’m all for it if you are?” Frank questioned and Curtis said it was fine with him. He would have agreed to just about anything to get five minutes alone with you. “Cool, I will go tell Jade. Jump in the shower whenever you’re ready Curtis.” Frank held up the beer, thanking you as he went inside. You tilted your head, listening to Mary give her uncle an enthusiastic greeting and asking him if he liked her new outfit. It made you grin. 

“That kid loves her uncle so much.” You observed and reached Curtis who was looking you up and down. “Do you like it? Jade took me to this cute boutique today.” 

Curtis rumbled in appreciation, ghosting his hands along your sides till they could settle on the fullness of your hips. The fabric was light feeling, allowing him to feel you under his hands.

“Honey, do I like it? It is a hell of a lot more than that.” He promised, blue eyes heated. You bit your lip at his suggestive nature, looking back up at him with a hint of pride and excitement raising such a compliment out of him. 

“How much more Curtis?” You let your hands rise up to his bearded cheeks, scratching lightly through the bristles to wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers toyed with the chain resting there. You seemed to grin coyly, wanting to play with his heightened feelings. “What do you wanna do?” 

Curtis arched a brow in challenge, ready to match what you were asking. “I wanna ruck your dress around your waist and bend you over the hood of this truck.” You seem to be suddenly aware that Curtis had you backed up against the door of Frank's vehicle, your eyes widening when Curtis stepped in closer, not pressing into you as much as he wanted to since he was filthy after helping Frank all day, but close enough to keep you pinned in place. 

He didn't want to dirty you even though you made him ache. 

Your voice went wispy, almost a whisper as you let your fingers hooked in his chain glide to the front, fisting part of the chain and pendant in your hand. “Fuck Curtis, I thought you were just gonna tell me you wanted to kiss me.” 

A salacious grin popped on Curtis’s mouth while he gripped your chin lightly between his forefinger and thumb, stroking his thumb against your bottom lip. “Now Honey, you should know me well enough to know I will settle for a sweet kiss from you for now.” He tipped to place one on your open mouth. “But I will always want it all with you.” 

You shuddered under his hand, still pressed to your hip, that heated touch grew heavier on you  while he pressed his hold tighter against you, a silent promise that he would do just what he mentioned. But now he settled for those kisses. Allowing you to pull him closer, you pressed your lips to his and sought out his touch and taste to fill you. Your mouth pressed to his, moaning softly into it while you grabbed at his dirty sweaty tee shirt to center yourself while kissing Curtis hungrily.

“Careful Pretty Girl, I don’t want to dirty your new dress.” He was gentle to push himself back, making you both pant at the moment before he ran a finger along the dip in the front of your dress. “But I promise too later. How many of these did you get?” 

“T-three.” You stuttered still in surprise. 

“Ah, well Jade should take you back with my card and get you a few more.” 

You should have been ready for Curtis, he was always so upfront with you about what he wanted. But it did take your breath away at the moment, leaving your heart racing as you two went back into the house so Curtis could go take a shower and change for going out to dinner. He gave you an affectionate kiss on your cheek after greeting Jade and Mary in the kitchen before he split away to go get ready. 

Jade sidled up to your side while you busied yourself checking your wallet for cash and cards. “So, what did Curtis think?” 

You could feel your heart taking a thump at the very fresh memory. Curtis’s blue eyes were taking in every inch of you he could and his touch on your hip was almost possessive through your dress. His promise to explore made you feel good in your new dress. You were glad now you had bought all three.

“He really liked them, a lot.” You emphasized that last work and Jade grinned in victory, tugging your wallet from you.

“Told you so, and stop pretending to count your cash. I got this tonight.” She handed you a set of car keys. “You and Curtis can follow us in my car. Maybe you guys can… take a drive along the coast. Watch the sunset.” She hummed as she walked away from you. “Repeat what you two did last night.” 

You sputtered out. “You heard us?” 

Jade didn’t answer, just headed to her room to finish getting ready for the evening. 

Dinner was superb. Frank and Jade took you all to a seafood joint called Coconuts, which was located on the water with an incredible view. You all ordered seafood of different varieties, with the exception of Mary. Mary insisted on chicken tenders with a hefty helping of barbecue sauce. All of you tried bribing Mary to just take a bite, but she held out while dunking her chicken tenders in the sauce and sinking her teeth into the chicken. You had to admit, the chicken looked just as good as the rest of the food. 

Jade also talked you into partaking in a margarita, the brightly colored drink making you feel less inhibited. Your hand frequently rested against Curtis’s thigh under the table, stroking knowingly along his inner thigh, your hand accidentally bumping against the crotch of his pants while you were engaged in conversation with the rest of the group. 

A few times you felt Curtis grasp your wrist, pressing your palm right against him and you would give a promising light squeeze. The only tell tale sign you noticed in his features was the red burning up the back of his neck and the tip of his ears. Brighter than the bit of color the sun was starting to give him. Other than that, Curtis never let it be known you were teasing him under the table. 

Although he did whisper in your ear at least once that you were driving him fucking crazy while placing a rather affectionate kiss on your neck, making you feel like you were on top of the world in that moment. 

As the group left, Jade waved goodbye to you two. Curtis arched a brow in confusion while you wrapped your arm around his. “Jade said we should go for a ride. Enjoy the beach sunset.” 

Curtis opened the door for you to get in. “Well, I appreciate that. Remind me to thank her.” 

The drive led you two away from Fort Lauderdale, the GPS taking you to a little out of the way beach that was closed. Pulling into the parking lot, it was completely emptied of visitors, the sun inching its way down behind them made the ocean sparkle in its aquatic blue tingles, the waves picking up to crash on the shore. Curtis let the car idle for a moment before turning it off, opening the windows to let the ocean breeze cool you two off. 

“This is nice, I can see why Jade moved down here.” You said, Curtis tilted his head considering. 

“It is nice, Frank has a great setup at the marina. Just on the verge of becoming a widely known business with the clients he has lined up. He wants to make it all legit, get a crew on hand, start delegating it out instead of doing it all himself.” 

“Jade mentioned he was considering giving himself a business name, just wasn't sure yet of what to use.” You fiddled with your dress, smoothing it just below your knees. Curtis watched you a moment before saying your name, making you turn to look at him. 

“Honey, you look so beautiful in your new dress.” He said sincerely and that rush came back, your heart excitedly making you feel flutters everywhere. 

“Did you mean what you said?” You asked shyly, glancing around the beach momentarily. 

“About me wanting you while you are wearing that dress? Every word.” He reached down to let the seat fall back a bit to give room on his lap, patting his thigh. “Come’re Pretty Girl.” 

You undid your seat belt and carefully shifted over to straddle him. You were still hesitant to sit all the way down, but Curtis pulled you into his lap, letting his hands run up the sides of your thighs under your flowy sundress. “Jade heard us the other night.” 

Curtis hummed while rubbing at your hips and easing you to get comfy in his lap. “Well we were as quiet as possible.” Curtis chuckled as you leaned into him while running your hands against his chest. You started rocking your hips slightly and his hold eased you into a rhythm that felt good to you. Already he was straining at his jeans, sure you didn't help matters any for him in the restaurant with your touches under the table.  

“I think I’m glad they heard us.” You admitted, grabbing onto his broad shoulders for leverage. “It turns me on.” You started to grind yourself against Curtis, feeling him getting hard under you. 

“You Pretty Girl have yourself a bit of an exhibitionist kink.” He groaned out with a flash of a grin as you rocked your hips to feel him again. “Good thing because I love fucking you everywhere.”  He let his head fall back against the seat, his neck flushed with tense tendons while he helped you move on his lap. 

You felt the subtle change in him with every movement he was making to help you move, his strength making you crave more. “A first for me, always too shy to ever do anything where we could be caught.” You confessed, your pussy aching now, needing something other than what you were giving yourself. “Curtis, touch me.” You took one of his hands to move onto your breast. 

Curtis pressed his palm against you, putting pressure to squeeze and rub against your breast, tilting you to meet his mouth, kissing the tops of your swells and working the top of your dress off enough to be able to suck on your heated flesh, flicking his tongue against you till you were arching your back to get more of his kisses across your chest. Your hand grasped the back of his head to keep him close.

“You taste good Honey.” His tongue dragged over salty warm skin, bracing his hand against your back to keep you moving. “Salty and sweet might be my new combination” The tip of his tongue chased building sweat beads flicking across your skin in the heated car. The ocean breeze and the touch of his tongue on you making you shiver excitedly in his hold.

You were tempted to unbutton his blue dress shirt, let you have access to his broad chest and softer abs to touch while you continued teasing yourself in his lap. But you needed him in other ways right now and you weren’t willing to deny yourself.

Your hands fell to his pants, opening them up to stroke his cock. He hissed against your cleavage, thrusting into your hand, now matching your needs. He hooked a finger in your panties and let them pull aside so you could sink on him. You pushed up on your knees, your hand grasping his cock to press against your weeping opening. Your dress flared out around his lap, hiding away the view although you felt every hard inch of him fuck into you. 

Your pussy clenched around his cock as you eased down his length, trying to muffle your moans till he tapped his hand against your ass under your dress.

“Let me hear you Honey, it is just us on this beach. “ You trusted that he checked, had to because your eyes couldn’t pry open while all those horny sensations bled into you feeling really fucking good. 

“Curtis, oh god.” You panted out, feeling every inch of him filling you, even now it was almost too much till you started working yourself up and down on his lap, rocking your hips. You tried concentrating, “hitting me just right Curtis-” 

He was still focused on your breasts, sucking your nipples while kissing the tender spots. The sun was rapidly going down, throwing you two in the shadows gathering in the car. Curtis’s hips rose to meet you, making you cry out for more. You dug your nails into his shoulders, holding on as you rode him.

“You just keep doing this Pretty Girl, gonna make me fill you up.” 

You nodded, pushing back from him enough to buck your hips. Curtis leaned back to watch you, your hand that was planted on his shoulders was now braced against the car's roof, your head fell back to push your tits out and your hips bucking, chasing to come on his cock.

You just needed that last bit of help. You grabbed at Curtis’s hands rubbing up and down your body, shifting them to grab on your ass cheeks. “Pound me.” 

“Fuck.” Curtis sputtered hearing you demand him to go harder. He dug his fingers into your bouncing ass and took over. Feet planted and hips thrusting, you bounced on him fast and hard,  making you feel every pounding thrust he forced into you, hitting his thick tip right where it had you seeing stars and explosions in your gaze. You squeezed, sucking him into you with an obscene squelch, Curtis let go with one hand, pushing your dress up around your waist to see his cock disappear into your dripping puffy core. He gave a lewd lick to his fingertips and tapped against your clit, making you yelp at the sting but you came, gushing around his cock before sagging back into the wheel behind you. Curtis pushed you back up, leaning you forward into his chest while his thrusts turned frantic, clutching you against him like he couldn’t lose you while he finished.

“Fuck Honey, I gotta come.” 

You nuzzled against his ear, whispering for him to fill you. Your pussy clenched him every time you begged him to come in you and a whole other satisfaction filled you when Curtis shuddered in his release.

You shifted against him while he clung you to him, letting your face rub in his sweaty neck as he gasped to catch his breath, committing the taste of him to your senses. You suddenly felt yourself wanting to stay just like this, heated bodies sweat-slick from fucking while being cooled by the salty tang coming in a breeze off the ocean. Curtis was now softer under you, his hands loosened to smooth your dress over your ass, rubbing up and down the small of your back. 

“You know how you are a fan of the gray sweatpants?” 

You giggled, nipping at his neck in a kiss before answering. “The pants that make me want to go down on you every day? Yes, I’m a big fan of them.” 

“I think that’s how I feel about you in these sundresses.”

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And we are blessed with a third installment!!! This series has been so well written and the Reader so relatable! Thank you, Roo!

The DUFF 3

Warnings: groping, insecurity, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

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You don’t know what to do. How do these things work? Do you just take your clothes and go? Do you wait until he wakes up?

You’re really not sure what happens next. You've only seen the morning after in movies and they don't exactly reflect real life.

You’re stuck beneath his arm, slung around you from behind. The scent of his sweat and yours clings to the blankets. You hug your chest as you stare at the wall and try to untangle the riddle of how to proceed.

You shift one leg against the other and repress a groan. He’s left you sore but delectably so. Each brush of your thighs reminds you of how he felt inside you, all the same inspiring a sense of hollowness.

As you try to ease the weight off your shoulder, he hums and his arm curls around you. He pulls himself closer, flush to your back, and you freeze. The soft hair along his chest presses against you and his bicep bulges as he squeezes you tight. He nuzzles behind your ear and you feel a twitch against your ass. Oh.

Maybe there’s more? Maybe it isn’t over? But you know that men often have some nocturnal activity uninspired by reality. 

You slip your arm from under the blanket and touch his wrist. You contemplate escape. You don’t want him to wake up sober and realise what he’s done. You don’t want to ruin this. 

You try to lift his arm but he merely holds you tighter. He elicits a growl that whisks against the shell of your ear. You give up almost at once. His nose brushes your lobe as he breathes you in.

“Don’t leave,” he purrs, gentle but firm.

“I… should,” you eke out.

“Mmmm,” he burrows his nose in your hair, “why?”

You swallow. You don’t have an answer for him. It’s Saturday. You don’t have work and your friends won’t be awake till noon with how much they drank. So what do you tell him? I should go before you see me?

“Stay,” he hooks his leg around yours and pulls it back, “for me, bunny.”

Your cheeks bloom with heat. Bunny? That’s cute, it doesn’t quite fit you, does it?

He runs his fingertips up your arm, a trail of goosebumps speckling your skin. His fingers dance along your shoulder before he slides beneath the blanket. You hold your breath, tense as he delves further, following the curve of your body to your waist.

“Please,” you choke out, “don’t–”

You frantically reach beneath the blanket and stop his hand as he touches your stomach. You cringle as his rough palm brushes your middle. He hums and rolls his hips.

“What? God, you’re so hot, baby,” he kneads your stomach.

You blink and your lips part dryly. Your heart flutters as hot adrenaline surges through your veins. Could he really want someone like you?

He drags his hand from beneath yours and traces the line of your pelvis. He draws circles there, inching closer and closer to your cunt. You shudder as he keeps your legs parted, his own still curled around your knee.

“Curtis…” you murmur.

“Shh, bunny, just… relax,” he coaxes as he cups his hand over your pussy.

You gasp as he spreads your lips with his index and ring fingers. You bite the tip of your tongue as he presses his middle finger against your clit and flicks. Your hips spasm and you squeeze his forearms. You feel his tendons and bulging veins against your palm. He’s so perfect but he treats you better than.

He rolls his fingertips around your bud, keeping a stirring pressure as he huffs into your hair. You heave as your insides coil in delight. He snarls as he urges you on, playing with you until your whimpering and desperate.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” he growls, “I know you can cum for me. Hmm?”

You squeak as your muscles string tight. Your nerves storm in your core and ping off each other as the tension builds. You clutch his arm tight as you brace yourself for your orgasm.

“You want me to put it in? You gotta cum for me, okay? You gotta be ready for me, bunny.”

You moan as your walls quiver. You want him and your body clenches at the thought of having him. You push your head back as you surrender to him. You squeal as your climax crashes into you, shaking your body as you buck wildly against his hand. He purrs and helps you through, rubbing your clit until you're weak and senseless.

“How do you want me, baby?” He trails his hand along your pelvis, wiping your slickness up to your hip.

“I… I…” you can’t answer. What can you say? You just want him.

“Can I have you like this, baby?” He wiggles his dick against your ass. He rigid and wanting.

You gulp and nod, moaning out a slew of gibberish.

He inhales and holds in the air. He reaches to your thigh and pushes your leg higher. He hooks his other arm beneath you as he shifts even closer. Your head lolls on the pillow and you arch your back as he guides your body.

He snakes his hand down and tilts his pelvis, catching his tip between his fingers as he frames your cunt. He rests his cheek against your head as he inches into you, letting out his breath as he slowly buries himself as deep as he can. He holds himself there as you squirm and clench around him.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing good,” he preens as he pulls back, “hmm, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” He slides in again and once more stays sheathed in you, “do you feel how you fit me so perfect?”

[imaginedreamwrite]

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Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

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A/b/o angst

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis Everett x reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Slow by @labella420

Soft Ransom Drysdale x Fem Reader!

*Kisses by @holacia2

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Ari Levinson & destroyer!Chris ✨

Bait and switch by @sweeterthanthis

Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Destroyer!Chris 

Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make you feel good by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x female reader

Behave by @late-to-the-party-81

Soft!dark! Steve, Bucky and Sam x Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make it better by @dilemmaontwolegs

Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

*Time together by @tuiccim

Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler ✨

Tied up in knits by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Trust me by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

Love is a bitch by @bemine-bucky

softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

I never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

Vicious by @fluffyprettykitty

ex! bucky barnes x female reader

Never let me go... by @jamalflanagan

soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader

*Beefy biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x reader

*As I sleep by @sgt-seabass

TWS/CW!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Accidently on purpose by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

You must have been a boxer by @indyluckycharlie

Modern!Bucky x Reader

*Ronly friends by @metalbuckaroo

Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

alpha! bucky barnes x omega! reader (soulmate au)

The moments he knew by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x Reader

Moonlight by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Wrapped around me by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Let the feeling come take you by @buckycuddlebuddy

rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

Coffee by @buckys-darling

Bucky Barnes x Reader

If you'll have me by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x insecure!reader

We don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time by @ambrosiase

bucky barnes x plus size fem!reader

Thor ✨

Thunderbolt city by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x GN!Reader

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x female reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Choices by @aynanasstuff

Sam Wilson x reader

Jake Jensen ✨

Say when by @littlelioncub43

Soft dark!Jake Jensen x female!Reader

Joaquin Torres ✨

Wanna be yours by @xbuchananbarnes

Joaquin Torres x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Only you by @motioneverlasting

Lee Bodecker x Fem Sex Worker! Reader

[late-to-the-party-81]

Non Marvel One-shots - CE Characters

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Messy Gifts 🥰😭🍆

An Andy Barber x Reader one shot for the Happy Hoelidays Challenge by @navybrat817, @stargazingfangirl18 and @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Ari: Unwrapped 🥰

Ari x Reader one shot for my 500 follower celebration

Yesterday's Dream, Today's Nightmare 😭🍆🌑

A Dark!Ransom x Reader story for @cockslutpadalecki's Feeling Lucky Challenge

Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy 🥰🍆

Soft!Dom Ari Levinson x Reader x Soft!Dom Frank Castle

No work and all play 🍆

Ransom x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 3)

Can't fight the moonlight 🍆🌑(ish)

Ari Levinson x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 10)

Control 🍆🌑(ish)

Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 25)

Beautiful Chaos 🍆🌑(ish)😭

Eldritch Andy Barber x Fae plus-sized reader

Shallow(s) 😭 🥰

Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader - for my 1K follower celebration

Pole to Pole 😭 🥰

Firefighter Curtis Everett x Curvy! Female Reader

Never-ending nightmare 😭🌑🩸🌶

Dark! Ransom x Reader, Dark! Ari x Reader for @cockslutpadalecki's 15 sentence challenge (Sequel to Yesterday's Dream, Today's Nightmare)

[onsunnyside]

❝ 𝑊𝑂𝐶!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟/𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡❞

☀︎︎ 𝐒𝐎𝐋 - ◉ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

Honourable author mentions below! *New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by person/character.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Chris Evans:

@afriendlyblackhottie - [masterlist] - black!reader fics

@crackheadgeminibby - mother’s day - black!reader

@fineanddandy - Can I Come Over? - black!reader, secret relationship

@geniedetails — The Way He Sees You - black woman!actress!reader x dark!chris evans

@pastelastronomy24 - Noted - college!chris evans x POC! plus size!reader

@punani - the fluffer (masterlist) - 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader

@xxindiglow - Superstar - plus size!black reader

Steve Rogers:

@buckysbruni - dreams, piercings & other pleasures - special agent!steve rogers x black!reader

@donutloverxo - Corrupting a good boy - steve rogers x desi!reader

@fineanddandy -

Sore Loser - nomad!steve x black!superhero!reader

Waves Series - neighbours, nomad!steve x black!reader x thor

@honeydulcewrites - Guys My Age - landscaper!steve, steve rogers x black!reader

@ilovefandoms102 - Going to Bed - nomad!steve x plus size!reader

@jamalflanagan - Cap vs the Grey Sweats

@jimblejamblewriting - Falling For The Captain - black/woc!reader, alternative universe!reader, avenger!reader

Ransom Drysdale:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Powerpuff - plus size!reader

@astrohnova - Are you filming this? - latina!camgirl!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom drysdale × black/woc! actress!reader

Ari Levinson:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Fallen - black!reader

@fineanddandy -

[Let’s Be Roomies] [Baby Girl…] - black!reader, roommates

Pesky Neighbor - rocker!ari

@avintagekiss24 - polar - black!reader

Frank Adler:

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Crush

In Like

Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank

@avintagekiss24 - Appearances

Curtis Everett:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Safe and Sound - black!reader

Johnny Storm:

@blackmissfrizzle - Lovers and Friends - friends to lovers

"Me":

@fineanddandy - [Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader

Jake Wyler:

@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover

Harvard Hottie (Hayden):

@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff

@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff

Bucky Barnes:

@avintagekiss24 - belated - mob au, black!reader

@wkemeup - The Bad Days - plus size!reader

Crossovers:

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc!reader, ransom x bi!woc!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ও Honourable Author Mentions:

For WOC!Reader and plus size!reader fics — I recommend checking out these authors:

@afriendlyblackhottie - masterlist

@avintagekiss24 - masterlist

@strawbeariefaerie - masterlist

@honeydulcewrites - masterlist

@jimblejamblewriting - masterlist

@punani - masterlist

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

MASTERLIST

(18+ Blog) Have Not posted anything 18+

Requests Are Closed - If open, you’re welcome to send requests. LGBTQ, Plus-size inserts, Male Inserts, anything I can try out for the first time!

THANK YOU!

LOVE YOU!

Please note that this will change every now and then.

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EXTRAS

Cevans Songs

Cevans Dress Match

Cevans Edits Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

Cevans Photoshops (Mandalorian!) Part I Part II Part III Cevans Memes Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Cevans AU Gif Edits Part I Part II

All Series Masterlist

Avengers Drabble Masterlist

All Chris Evans Drabbles & HC

All In One Masterlist

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Chris Evans x Reader

WIRED

Long Distance Sibling 

My Little Quarantine

Heroes Reunited

Quarantine Talk Show

Daddy!Chris Evans

Burnt 

Intimate Show 

The Landlord 

I Forgot My Line

Awful Day 

Outnumbered

Are You Up For The Challenge? - Part 1 Part 2

First Impressions

Don’t Fight Back

My Patriot Daughter!Reader

Falling Wife!Reader

Another On Board

Zoom Embarrassment

One In A Million

AU (Alternate Universes) Precious Cargo Prologue The Mandalorian!Chris Evans

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Social Media AUs (Separate from others)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Wife!Reader Social Media AU (Evans Family)

Part 1 Part 2

Daughter!Reader Social Media AU

Part 1 

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Johnny Storm x Reader (Fantastic Four)

You’re okay

Exposed Prank

Annoying

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Steve Rogers x Reader (Captain America)

Don’t Like Crowds

Count The Stars

See You Soon

If I Could Bring You Back

Countryside Home

Ice Cream Date 

Brooklyn

Blood Roses Dark!S.R.

Cat & Mouse CatWoman!Reader

Long, Long Time 

It’s a Baby 

The Door Dark!S.R.

Not Alone

Let Her Go

A Machine Android!S.R

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Ari Levinson x Reader (Red Sea Diving Resort)

Sunshine

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Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Knives Out)

Eat Sh*t, Or That

Spiked 

Love & Lies Prince!Ransom

Fairness 

Holly Jolly Xmas

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Andy Barber x Reader (Defending Jacob)

Murderer

You’re Wrong

I’m Sorry

Full of Guilt 

Staring

Fix You 

Tease

“Accident”  Part 2

Bruises 

The Unexpected 

The Search

Visiting

Sharing Barber Twins/Reader

Let Her Go 

Silent Night [One] [Two] A Quiet Place!AU

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Jake Jensen X Reader (The Losers)

Impress Me

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Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Guilt

Taken

Winter Eyes

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Paul Diskant (Street Kings)

Party Night

Only Love

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Nick Gant (Push)

Boring 

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Me (Playing It Cool)

Electric Love

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Frank Adler (Gifted)

Special Breakfast

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Bryce Langley (Fierce People)

Button Eyes

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Challenges Hosted By Dino!

Dino’s Scary Spooky Stories 2020

25 Days of Chris-Fics 2020

[that-damn-girl]

Twenty First Lines

Thank you for the tag @sweater-daddiesdumbdork !! Check out Amber’s fabulous Twenty First Lines here!

I’m gonna write from some of my earliest stories instead of my latest ones, and then I’m gonna proceed randomly with my fics. 

Going through my masterlist and revisiting those stories was so fun!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some of your favorite writers!

The world was greatly different than from what it was a decade ago. Progression through seven decades was a whole another story. One that the two hundred year old super soldiers were greatly overwhelmed with. || His - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Life had become beautiful for Bucky with Steve by his side as not only his best friend but also a loving boyfriend. || New Nicknames  - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

For as far as one could see, there were busy pedestrians walking up and down the sidewalk as the cars rushed by in a flurry of various colours. || Never More Than Me  - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Chaotic. That’s precisely how Bucky felt. Inside and out. || And A Kiss To Hide  - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Calloused fingertips ran slowly through your hair, absent-mindedly drawing varied patterns with gentle prolonged strokes. || (5) Bucky and The Bed -  Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

The air rushed past him in a gentle breeze, creating a soft whooshing sound in his ear. It ruffled the short strands of his silky hair as it flew by, from, and to the unknown. || (Epilogue) Bucky And The Bed -  Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

Laying on your side, as consciousness slowly sipped into you, you noticed a few things around you before you could open your eyes. || (7) Bucky and The Bed -  Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

The red stain wasn’t terribly dark but was highly contrasting against Bucky’s light blue shirt. Not exactly the look he’d been going for. || (6) Making Omelettes -  -  Single-dad!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader (in collab with @thorfanficwriter)

Despite all the hardships, life was truly beautiful, wasn’t it? || (7) Making Omelettes  -  Single-dad!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader (in collab with @thorfanficwriter)

Stressed. Confused. That’s how Bucky Barnes felt. || (2) Making Omelettes -  Single-dad!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader (in collab with @thorfanficwriter)

It looked worn, and from what you’d seen it probably was. Yet it was a perfect combination of rough and soft under your fingers as you played with the thin collar of Bucky’s henley. || All The Way -  Bucky Barnes x Plus-size!trans-male!reader

Bucky, with his strong bulging arms hugs you from behind any chance he can get, kissing your neck in the sweetest of manners before lodging his chin on your shoulders. || Pleasures of Beefy!Bucky -  Bucky Barnes x gender-neutral!reader

“So,” You started, feeling a bit awkward, playing with your bracelet as you sat stiffly, “How’s life?” || Boomerang -  Sam Wilson x (cis)female!reader

Curtis trudged through the narrow pathway between the bunks. The smell of death and despair was acrid in the air, burning his lungs, mind and heart as he inhaled it. || Safe In My Arms -  Curtis Everett x (cis)Fem!Reader

Don’t get him wrong, Bucky loved you with all his heart, but at the moment he hated you with all his might. || Too Many ‘After which’s -  Bucky Barnes x Gender-neutral!reader

Those eyes, just like his own once. || Freed -  Platonic!stucky (aka Steeb and Bonky) x Gender-neutral!teen!reader

The atmosphere felt jolly. A current of joy danced around you. || Tinsel Teasing -  Bucky Barnes x (cis)Female!reader

It was warm and nice, having your face pressed against Bucky’s chest and legs tangled in comfort under the covers.|| Our love -  Alpha!Dad!Bucky x Omega!Female!Reader

A movie was on. You didn’t pay attention. He was warm. But strangling him was your intention. - The Jacket  -  Dayton White x (cis/trans)Female!reader

It is a strange concept, really. We don’t always get what we want. But  if we do, it’s when we least expect it, in the most strangest of ways as well. || (1) Daze of Pollen -  (cis)fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson

Not gonna lie, it was a bit tedious but also so much fun! Thanks again babe for tagging me. Tagging: @thorfanficwriter @gotnofucks @avocadogirl216 @jobean12-blog @the-soulofdevil @indyluckycharlie @princessmisery666 @donutloverxo @bluemusickid @justdontmindmetm​ And anyone else who’s interested!! 

No pressure, participate only if you want to :) 

[minervadashwood]

the delicious tension!

The DUFF 4

Warnings: groping, insecurity, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

The prospect of doing your walk of shame is intimidating. You try to plot how exactly to skulk home as you search for your panties. It’s the only piece you’re missing. You have your skirt on, your shirt, bra, even both your shoes. Goddamn, they couldn’t have got that far.

You grab your purse and check inside. Of course they’re not there but you want to make sure you have everything. As your keys jingle noisily within, Curtis pokes his head out from the kitchen. You didn’t even realise he was in there.

“Off already?” He asks, “I was just about to start breakfast.”

You stop short as you look at him. That’s not exactly how these things work, is it? You clasp your purse shut and let it dangle from your elbow.

“Breakfast? Well, uh, I guess…”

“I don’t mind. You like smoothies?”

You remember all the times Stephanie complained about a guy sticking around too long. Or how Isla called her last boy toy a stage five clinger because he wanted a kiss. Were you doing this all wrong?

You meet his eyes. A cornflower blue so soft and pale you could sink into them like water. It’s an innocent offer. You feel bad just racing out but it seems just as awkward to stay. Still, you feel like you owe him.

“Sure,” you answer, “I like smoothies.”

“Bacon? Oh, shi–oot, you vegetarian? I got tofu, too.”

“Bacon’s fine, really,” you assure him, “is there anything I can help with?”

“Help? No, no, you’re a guest, just… sit down and relax. I’ll take care of you, bunny.”

You mull over his insistence. He’s being a good host but you can’t help but wonder why. He’s almost too nice to be true. Are you missing something?

“Everything okay?” He startles you as he touches your arm gently. You can’t help but wince.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, “it’s fine, I just… I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Not at all. Please.”

You can’t argue with him. Not when he’s being so nice. You can’t complain for the night you spent with him. What’s another hour?

You retreat to the living room and take out your phone. You still haven’t heard from the other girls. That’s not really unusual but it’s not often you split up for the night. You typically keep a sort of buddy system. You feel a bit forgotten.

You sit on the couch as you scroll then pause and look down. You remember last night, right in this spot. You swear you can feel him still, hear his sultry growl as he coaxes you. You still can’t believe it. 

You never thought you were the one to fall for sweet words, yet you never had the opportunity before to prove that true. You melted like sugar at his first touch.

The blender whirs, followed by the noise of his cooking. You tuck yourself into the corner of the couch and try to distract yourself with a game of solitaire. You’re hungry but almost too nervous to eat. You’re not sure you’ll even be able to keep any of it down.

He emerges with a tall glass, a dark purple smoothie that he places on the table next to your elbow.

“I hope you don’t mind blueberry. Guess I should’ve asked.”

“It’s fine, thanks,” you assure him.

“Anything else?”

“No, no, that’s good.”

“Well, let me know. Anything you want, bunny.”

You smile and nod as you lift the smoothie. There it is again; bunny. It’s adorable but you’re not too sure about it. Pet names aren’t entirely warranted after a single night. You think. You need to stop acting like you know everything because quite clearly you’re clueless.

You sip through your straw as he goes back to the kitchen. You flick your finger up and close the card game. You can’t even win against yourself. The smoothie is delicious. You nearly drink half of it before you catch yourself.

You set the glass down on a wooden coaster and steady your phone. You flip through your contacts; Stephanie, Isla, Mindy… You should text them, make sure they’re okay.

“Here we go,” Curtis interrupts your indecision.

You put your phone down, tilting it on the popsocket as you look up at him. He carries in two plates and places them on the low coffee table. He stands and glances around.

“I have TV trays. Sorry, I’ve been tryna get outta this place. Somewhere a little more roomy.”

“It’s okay, really. My place is tiny compared to this.”

“This one’s yours,” he takes a plate and a keeps the cutlery from slipping off, “hope you like sunny side up.”

“It’s wonderful,” you affirm.

You admire the sliced avocado and the rye bread. The bacon looks like it’s turkey and his own plate only has egg whites. You can’t help but feel a bit self-conscious. You don’t often have such a healthy breakfast.

You balance the plate on your lap and grab the cutlery. You get yourself situated and your phone buzzes loudly as he sits beside you. You glance over at your phone and quickly swipe away the call with your finger. You’ll call them back later.

You go to slice into your eggs as Curtis clears his throat. You focus on carving out a small bite, not enough to make you seem piggish.

“So, who’s Andy?” He asks.

Hsi tone carries an unexpected edge. You peek over at him then shake your head. You’re confused.

“That’s who called. Boyfriend? He’s okay with you going out?” He prods tersely as his knife hits the plate sharply.

“Boyfriend?” You laugh anxiously, “no, I don’t— he’s my boss. Probably had a call-in.”

“Ah,” he nods and you hear his breath, each one measured. You don’t know why he’d care enough to ask.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You sit at your desk, shaken as the sound of the mug shattering repeats in your head. You can smell the dark roast as you stare fuzzily at your monitor. You hadn’t even taken the coffee you brewed. You can see it in your mind, forgotten on the counter, lonely, going cold. 

You have no thirst for the maple shortbread roast. You rub your fingers together, the feeling of the shards, the incessant jitter that won’t leave you. You tried to play it cool but now you’re really scared. 

You open your Teams and type out a message to your manager. You’re spending half a sick day and going home. Her curt response betrays her agitation. She’s not impressed but you don’t care. Work isn’t as important as taking care of yourself. 

You shut down and pack up your bag. You slide your chair under your desk and keep your head down as you head for the stairs. You avoid the elevators to evade any notice. It feels like admitting defeat but you’re not sure there’s any victory to be had with that man. 

As you exit the building, the weight lifts from your chest and the slouch eases in your shoulders. Maybe you can ask to change desks. That would be a start. You can get a bigger thermos and bring lots of coffee so you never need to venture into the breakroom. This could work. 

Oh boy. You think you’re going to have to quit. You really don’t want to, you feel like you’ve barely begun. And he isn’t the only person there, it isn’t his company, so why should you have to run away? 

Dana can be… decent and there’s that woman with the vintage blouse you met in the breakroom. Somehow, you never managed to spill her coveted hot chocolates in your carelessness. It’s as if the universe put you on the path of this angry man, but why? 

Screw the universe. It can’t tell you how to live. You’ve never really worried about fitting into its machinations and you won’t start now. 

You don’t want to go home right away. You veer around and head down to the cafe a few blocks down. It’s a bit of a trek but you’ve heard good things. You go inside and wait your turn, ordering an iced fruity tea and a lemon scone. 

As you turn to go, you see that woman through the window. The one from the office in her thrifted clothes. You love her style. A braid red belt with brown tweed pants and a bell sleeved button up. She doesn’t see you wave as she turns away and carries on, earbuds tucked into her ears. 

You claim a table by the window and as you unwrap your scone, a man marches by, raising your hackles as you see the determination in his step. He heads in the same direction as that woman, intent and unbothered by his surroundings. You’ve seen him too, he works in one of the fancy offices. 

You pick at the scone and nibble on the corner before sliding it away again. You’re still addled by your breakroom run-in. You thought this would be a distraction. Or hoped it would. 

You leave, unsatisfied. Home it is. Alone, but safe. 

You take the bus halfway then walk a few blocks to your apartment. As you get inside, you’re restless. You do your best to settle in.  

Gaming doesn’t calm you down, even as you go around to say hello to your villagers. You shut that off and grab your half-done crochet project but the hippo is too much of a challenge to ease your nerves. So you get up and run yourself a hot bath. 

You undress with the door open. You bask in your newfound solace. It took you a while to get out of your parents’ place but now you’re on your own, you don’t have to worry. 

You slip into the water with a sigh. A playlist drones from your phone on the counter and you mix in scented epsom salts. You start to feel a bit bed as you recline and close your eyes. You stay like that until the water is lukewarm. 

You get out and pull on your fluff rope with the pink cheetah print. You feel renewed and ready to relax. Just don’t think about the inevitable. Tomorrow you’ll have to be back in office. 

You shuffle around you apartment lazily and turn on the television. You curl up in the corner of the couch as Sailor Moon transforms in the intro sequence. The music fills your small space. You’re comforted by the childhood favourite. 

You ease into the cushions and feel yourself starting to doze. You’d still be at work if you didn’t take the half-day. You shouldn’t be falling asleep already but you can’t resist the nap. 

You close your eyes and something scratches down ear canal. Some sort of friction. You don’t pay it much mind. There’s always noise from the hallway or the street. But it happens again and again, then you feel something. 

You sit up in fright and turn to the figure sat next to you. You’re so stunned, you can’t find your voice to scream. You take a deep breath and Curtis raises his index fingers. 

“If you scream, I’m going to have be bad,” he warns. “So let’s not do that.” 

“How’d you get in here?” 

He tilts his head as he watches the television. You peek over. You like this episode too—but that’s not the point! 

“Curtis--” 

He hushes you and sits back. “You don’t make it hard to follow you. You’re so oblivious, you have no clue what’s going on right in front of your face.” 

“I...” 

He shushes you again and looks at you. “You’re going to get real hurt one of these days.” He crosses his arms and puts his head straight again. “It’s up to you. Is today that day?” 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s your first day at work. Your nerves have simmered over to a nice whirlwind. Even as you sit at your desk, going through the various training materials. You haven’t managed to calm down. Your heart is beating so fast.

Everyone’s been nice. You don’t know why you’re jittering. Like your mother says, you’re overthinking, and like your father says, you need to sit still. You grab the armrests and try to make yourself stop moving. It only makes you want to boil over.

You swivel back and forth and look at your coworkers. They’re all so busy like bees in a hive. They know exactly what they’re doing and you still feel lost as you sift through endless SOPs and corporate training videos.

You see a woman with purplish red curls with a mug, steam curling over the brim. Ah, that’s a good excuse for a break. You still need to figure out the office coffee machine. Daniella, your supervisor, briefly pointed it out during her tour. It’s one of those fancy industrial pod brewers.

You stand and nearly skip between the desks. Be cool. You slow your pace and hold your shoulders straight, your squared toed kitten heels clacking on the tile. You poke your head into the kitchen and find only one other employee inside.

The man’s shoulders are broad and straight as he stares silently at the coffee machine. It grinds and spurts out dark coffee. You come up next to him to peruse the spinning rack of pods, tapping your chin as you think. You peek over at him.

“Hi,” you smile, “any recommendations?”

His pale blue eyes meet yours for an instant before quickly flicking back to his cup. A plain black porcelain mug without any decoration or glitz. You already know which cup you want to bring in; the one that looks like a honey pot and has a small lid resembling a bear sticking his head out with a little honeycomb stitch between his ears.

You take one of the paper cups and a pod of the butterscotch twist. You stand back and wait your turn. He scowls as if mentally urging the cup to fill.

“I’m…” you introduce yourself, “I just started over in Research and Development.”

He doesn’t respond. He puts his hands behind him, clutching them tightly as his forearms tense. The tendons bulge out beneath his skin. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, a grey button up with black trousers. A bit grim but an aesthetic for sure. There’s several rings on his fingers as they curl around each other.

“It’s my first day,” you continue the one-sided conversation, “so… that’s why you never saw me before.”

He growls and grabs his cup as the machine dings. He doesn’t acknowledge you as he turns on his heel and marches out. You watch his back and shrug, blowing out between your lips. You get it, some people aren’t the social type.

You put your cup under the spout and tap the touchscreen. It takes you a lot of poking around to figure out how to brew the coffee. You step back and wait. Caffeine should definitely help your nerves… fuel them at least.

💗

Lunchtime comes and you grab your bento box and head down to the cafeteria. Daniella said you could eat your desk if you wished but you need a break from the screen. Besides, you notice that most people don’t.

You enter the cafeteria. There are tables here and there but they’re already crowded. You notice a few people from your department and head over to that table. Tammy moves her bag onto the seat before you can claim it. You frown and apologise as you back away.

Hmm.

You look around. You don’t know anyone. You don’t mind making new friends but it’s like high school all over again. Everyone has their clique and you’re just wandering in between.

Your gaze falls on the only table with more than one seat free. There’s a single person sitting at it, his head down as he runs his hand over his close cut hair. Hey, it’s… that guy. He didn’t give you his name.

You cross the room and near a chair, putting your hand on the back of it as you hover by the table.

“Hi, um, do you mind if I sit here?”

His eyes dart up and he says nothing. He shrugs and sits back, smoothing out the pages of the book in front of him. You sit, your bento box clanging loudly as you do. You give a sheepish smile as he clears his throat but doesn’t look at you.

You flip back the clasp and pop open the lid. He shifts in his chair as you take out your plastic cutlery from the little compartment. You try to be quiet but you can’t help but hit the fork off the side.

You look over at him. He has only his empty mug and a half-eaten protein bar. You look back at your colourful medley of food. Maybe he’s on a diet.

“Do you like hummus?” You ask.

He doesn’t look up. You bite your lip. You’re just being friendly but maybe he’s not hungry.

“Um, uh, you remember me?” You poke at your couscous, “from the kitchen? I didn’t get your name.”

He sighs and turns the page. You nod. Not much of a talker. You let your fork lean on the edge of the bento and grab the sides of your chair, scraping it closer. He snarls and finally looks at you.

You stop and show your teeth like a threatened animal. His jaw clenches and he refocus on his book. You stir the couscous and take a bite, swallowing as your curiosity piques.

“What are you read–”

“I’m not,” he grits and shuts the book without marking the page.

He stands and pockets the protein bar, swiping up his mug and book. You gape at him, stunned. You don’t know why he’s so upset. You’re just trying to be polite. He storms away and you frown at your food. Well, you’ve always got a friend in snacks!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You vow yourself to confinement. You will not leave your desk for any reason. You even brought a thermos of coffee. The container is a honey brown and the lid has bear ears, an animated face painted on the metal. It makes you smile despite the gloom that clouds you.

You don’t know how it happens. You always mean well but things always end up so wrong. So you’ve determined you’re better off on your own. Minding your own business and getting through the work day without calamity.

It’s lonely. You eat your lunch in your cubicle, watching a crochet video on the small screen of your phone. You still can’t figure out how to get just the right shape for the hippo you’ve been working on. It’s the final piece in your collection; to go along with the giraffe, the elephant, lion, and zebra. With your new job, you haven’t even had the energy to try.

You get back to work, eyes fuzzy as you stare at the spreadsheet. Millennia of human existence and for what? For excel and stale coffee? Is this really progress?

You reign in your wandering mind and work through the numbers. You just want to get through your first week. That will be a feat you can be proud of. You drain the last lukewarm sip from your thermos and pout. You could really use a refill but you will resist. You can’t risk it.

At the end of the day, you sneak out down the stairwell. You’re breathless by the time you reach the bottom, dizzy from the winding levels above. You shake it off and head off. You could use a nice hot bath, those office chairs are really not comfy.

Your night goes by as any does. You get your bath and eat some ramen before tucking into bed and mindlessly scrolling on your phone. You fall asleep with the light on and wake up to the blare of your alarm the next morning. 

It’s Friday! You get up and get dressed. A lilac skirt that buttons up the front and a frilly white blouse on top. You pull on a lemon yellow cardigan and a pair of matching flats. It’s bright and fun! Unlike anything else in that gray office.

You shove one of the pillows from the couch into your bag, the one that looks like a sprinkle donut, and grab your thermos. You race out to catch the bus and throw yourself into the day ahead. You just need to make it to the end and you have the whole weekend ahead of you.

Once at your cubicle, you settle in. You place the donut pillow on the thin cushion of the office chair and kneel on the floor as you work at readjusting the backrest and arms. You get up and plop down, testing the height and swiveling a bit. It’s slightly better.

You roll closer to your desk and boot up for the day. You reach for your pen cup but stop short as you find only the boring Bic sticks that overflow the supply cupboards. Huh?

You reach under your desk and grab your bag. You stir around, certain you careless slid your pen in there. You can’t find it! Your most favourite pen is gone. There’s a tiny penguin at the end and the pen’s body is filled with water and glitter that shimmers and looks like falling snow. Where is it?

Your panic has you searching the empty drawers of the desk and down on your knees crawling around. You don’t find it. You give up as your chest sinks and you mope at your monitor, clicking mindlessly on your Outlook and the company’s shared drive. 

You sit back and uncap your thermos. You take a drink and nearly choke. Oh no! It’s so bitter it leaves your tongue gritty. The filter must’ve split in the machine again. You let out a blech and get up, letting your chair roll back carelessly.

You go down to the break room and dump the coffee down the sink. That’s when you remember you’re not supposed to be in there. Shoot. You look around. It’s empty. You should have time enough to fill your cup.

You go to the machine and pick a pod from the rack. You don’t pay attention to the flavour, you just want coffee. You wait for the machine to grind and claim your cup as the brew stops below the brim. You quickly retreat back to your desk and sit, leaving the lid off the thermos to let it cool.

Ow! Your tailbone hits the thin seat and jars your spine. You get up and look down at the barren cushion. Your pillow is gone. What the heck?

You roll the chair around, thinking maybe you knocked it off when you stood up. It’s not that hard to miss. Nope, it’s gone. 

You look over at Dana as he yawns over a Starbucks cup. She has no donut under her bottom. Who would do that? Who would steal your pillow? You chew your lip and resign yourself to another day of discomfort.

You taste the coffee. Mmm, it must be the dark roast. It’s full-bodied and rich, slightly smoky. You don’t usually go for it, you prefer more caffeine. It might be good for you, you really don’t need the extra jitter.

You plant your elbow beside your keyboard and fall into your work. The office awakens around you. The clack of keys, the clicking of mice, and the low voices that rise and fall over cubicle walls. 

You lean back and check the time. Barely an hour in. You stretch your neck and massage your shoulders as you try to work out the kink of your poor posture. As you do, you sense a shadow approach Dana’s desk. You shift your chair and peek over, quickly wheeling back to your desk to hunch down and hide. It’s him.

“Phillips,” he calls her by her last name, “you still in charge of supplies?”

“Morning, Curtis,” she replies tritely, “what is it? We don’t have budget left for tech upgrades until end of month.”

“Coffee,” he growls, “dark roast.”

You tap your foot nervously. You didn’t know he liked the dark roast. If you did, you wouldn’t have taken the last pod. Maybe you should offer him what you have left… no, you should just leave him be.

“I’ll add it to the list,” Dana acquisces dismissively, “anything else?”

He grunts but doesn’t answer as he pivots on his heel. You peek up above the wall of your cubicle and immediately regret it. His attention is drawn by the movement and his eyes meet yours as his features twist into a scowl. You try to smile and he rolls his eyes before setting his shoulders and striding away.

Oh, you have an idea!

[thezombieprostitute]

I’m gonna guess the “perfect place” is also very private. Poor Bunny! She can’t even really message anyone to keep an eye on her.

But damn if I ain’t weak in the knees for that possessive grizzly bear.

The Duff 8

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

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“I just think I should go,” you fix your shirt, still warm from the dryer, “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to run out or anything but–”

“But you won’t stay. I get it,” Curtis says, “going to hang out with your friends?”

“No, um, just should…”

“So why are you in such a hurry? Is it that boss of yours?”

“N-no, I… It’s not you, if you’re worried. I’m tired and maybe it’s weird but I need my own space. I need to… chill, you know?”

He exhales and tilts his head, “yeah, I guess I get it,” he crosses his arms and comes closer, “can I tell you something? Before you ditch me.”

“Curtis–”

“Please Bunny,” he insists, “listen, alright? I… I don’t want this to end. I don’t want you to go.”

You give a perplexed look. He’s so sweet but persistent. And he’s right, it’s the most excitement you’ve had, well, ever.

“Can we see each other again?” He asks.

“Really? You want to?”

“Of course,” he assures you, “I– wait, do you think I’m that guy? The kind that just picks up girls and never calls them again?”

“Uh, no, but I don’t really know what kind of guy you are.”

“You don’t? I think I’m a guy who treats you pretty good, right?”

“Mhmm,” you hum with an emphatic nod.

“How about tomorrow? We can have lunch.”

“Yeah, sounds good–”

“You sure you don’t want a ride?” He puts his hands on your arms, rubbing them warmly, “I don’t mind.”

“I’m good, promise,” you smile as you resist the urge to pull away. You’ve never felt so oversensitive in your life. Like you might shatter if he doesn’t stop. This close to your escape, you can’t stop.

“You give good snuggles,” he steps closer and kisses your forehead, “I’ll just have to hug a pillow until tomorrow.”

You force a laugh. He’s kind of funny beneath it all, though you don’t know that it’s completely intentional. His hands squeeze your arms tightly, the reluctance lingering as he pulls back. He only lets go as you step back.

Once you have some time to yourself, you’ll be able to think.

🐰

You let out a sigh as you enter your apartment. It’s nice to be home. You bask for a moment in the familiarity, in the absence of expectation. You lock the door and throw your purse in the chair.

You take your time settling in. You change into a pair of pajamas and make yourself some tea. You put on your favourite youtube channel to fill the silence and keep your thoughts from running wild. 

Finally, you’re cozy, alone, and damn exhausted. You could fall asleep right there. You yawn and laze beneath the soft fleece throw on the couch. You can barely focus on the video as your eyelids droop. You can’t fight it. You give in to the midday nap.

You wake up and the windows are dark. Your television gleams with a vibrant landscape, the video well past casting. You cough and sit up, slightly dizzy from the depth of your sleep. You reach for your phone to check the time.

Twelve messages?! Jesus. Maybe it’s your friends finally responding to you, or you know, even checking in to make sure you got home safe.

You flick up the lock screen only to find all the texts from a single number. Curtis. Just before you managed to leave, he insisted on keying in his number. You didn’t see the harm in it.

‘Home safe?’

‘You there?’

‘When you get a chance, can you let me know you’re okay.’

Each is more frantic than the last. You’re a bit surprised at the tone. You did promise you would tell him when you got home but that’s just what people say. Stephanie has never once done so and she says she will constantly.

You shake the cobwebs out and type in your response; ‘sorry, fell asleep. Home and safe.’

The three dots of his pending response come up almost immediately. It was only two hours or so. It’s not that big a deal. You barely know each other, right?

The dots disappear and you frown. Well, you guess he’s upset.

Your phone jitters and you stare at the incoming call flashing. It’s him. You fumble to answer and croak a crackly, ‘hello?’ into the speaker.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” Curtis launches in without pretense, “I’ve been sitting here thinking of the worst things, bunny.”

“Um, okay?” You utter.

“Okay? Not okay. What if something happened to you? I can’t even come over and check on you.”

You chuckle nervously. The line is silent. You stop and swallow.

“Sorry, I forgot–”

“You promised you would text,” he hisses, “you did.”

“I know, like I said, I’m tired and I fell asleep.”

“You went home to sleep? You could’ve done that here, bun, you know that.”

“Er, yeah, but well…” you don’t know how to argue with him. You’re completely put off by his aggression. You spent one night together, you met in a club, it can’t be that deep. “Look, maybe we should postpone lunch, Sundays are pretty busy for me–”

“What? Bunny, are you a liar?”

“Huh?”

“I didn’t take you as the type. You're sweet, I know you’re not going to break another promise to me. Are you?”

There’s an edge in his tone. A challenge. He’s testing you and if you get the answer wrong, you feel like it’s the end of the world. You did say you would have lunch and really, it’s kind of flattering that he’s so worried. Isn’t it?

“No, I’m sorry, I’m only… I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he argues and softens his timbre, “I worry, is all.”

“Yeah…” you murmur.

“So, I need your address to pick you up for lunch,” he says brightly, the shift abrupt and disarming, “I got the perfect spot in mind.”

“Um, right, uh, I’ll send it to you.”

“Now? So you don’t forget. You got a habit of that, huh?”

You sniff. You can’t tell if he’s insulting you.

“Right,” you agree flatly and take the phone away from your face to put in your address. You return the speaker to your ear, “done.”

“Great, bunny,” he purrs, “so, what are you doing? Missing me?”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Another Monday. Is this what life is? Mourning the weekend as you try to wipe the sleep from your eyes. It's too much, you should be cuddling squishes and snoring.

You hop off the bus and head towards the building. Once you're at your desk, you can pretend you're awake. If you get the right angle, you can just doze off a bit. Just a couple minutes more.

The elevator nearly knocks you with its slow rise. You shuffle between cubicles but before you can claim your chair, you find something unexpected. A cushion. A pink and white ergonomic cushion with a matching pad clung around the back rest. Um, this isn't your chair.

You look around confused. Someone will be real mad when they realise they lost their fancy chair. People do seem territorial around here. You turn the chair as you search for its owner.

“Did I get the colour right?” A grizzly voice has you leaping in place. You face Curtis as he rests his hand on the side of your cubicle, “they had purple too.”

“You?” You gasp.

“I…” he shrugs and his eyes wander to the ceiling, “I'm tryna make it up to you. I was and asshole so–”

“Nope, nuh uh,” you turn and tear open the velcro, detaching the back pad, “keep ‘em. I don't want your charity.”

“It's not–” he steps forward, “it's an apology.”

“Apology? For stealing? Well, I can't forgive a liar.”

You shove the pad against his chest, “I think I was clear. You should be happy I was because I have a terrible habit of rambling. My mom says I could talk the dead to life.”

He reluctantly clasps onto the pad as he scowls. You grab the seat cushion and press it against the other one. He reluctantly hooks his other arm under it.

“I was gonna give it back,” he grumbles.

“So why'd you take it?” You challenge.

“I don't know,” he mutters.

“I do. You're a bully. I left those behind in school,” you put your hands on your hips, “so go away and keep your hands off my things!”

His nostrils flare as his eyes meet yours. They're the shade of blue that makes you think of storms and the ocean and butterfly wings. He'd be cute if he wasn't so mean.

“You shouldn't talk to me like that,” he warns as he squeezes the cushions.

“Take your own advice, meanie! You had your chance.”

“I've been nice,” he rasps as he looks you up and down.

You're unsettled by how the glint in his eyes changes, how his shoulders square and his jaw ticks. He meets your gaze and narrows his eyes.

“You don't know what mean is.”

You flinch as he spins on his heel. He marches past you, a gust of air tickling your cheeks as he flees. You turn and watch him go, your stomach knotting.

Maybe you were a bit rude, even pushy, but you're trying to be better about drawing lines. You don't have to be a doormat to be nice. Even if it is easier.

You put your bag on your desk and sit, squeaking at the harsh impact of your ass on the thin seat. Gosh, there may as well not be any padding. You sniff and swivel close to the desk, booting the computer as you wait and think.

He's mad but he'll get over it. He made it clear he has no interest in you before so why this sudden change. Oh well, you never really understood men or their brains.

🩷

You stare at your pen cup and frown. You miss your happy penguin pen buddy. As you ponder his absence, that suspicion nips at your ears. Maybe he took those too.

Does it matter? You're moving on. You ordered new pens on Amazon. You're starting over new!

You get up to get a fresh coffee. You really should cut back. Maybe you could do some hot chocolate but you get a bit silly when you have too much sugar.

You enter the break room and immediately want to storm out. He's there, glaring at the machine as he watches it brew. You smell the dark roast you bought him. How could you have ever been so nice to someone like him?

Curtis takes his mug and you sidle along the wall, certain to get well out of his way. He turns and stops as he sees you. You stare at the ceiling as you wait for him to go.

He snarls but makes no move to leave. You bounce on your heels with your mug in hand. You can wait.

He's not going. So you go to the machine and peruse the selection. Maple shortbread, huh, that's a curious choice.

You sense him lingering. You do your best to ignore him, the scuff of his shoes putting you on edge. You're not the best at reading people, obviously, but you can feel his anger.

As he looms closer, you take a step forward. You spin and throw an arm up as if blocking an unseen strike. Your hand flips Curtis’ mug, spilling the brown liquid down his grey shirt. He backs up and looks down at the mess.

“Why would you do that?”

“Personal space,” you wave your arm up and down, drawing the invisible wall before you.

“I'm trying to… you're crazy, you know that?”

“So what does that make you?” You pout, “I told you to leave me alone.”

He puffs, lip curling as he grips his mug tight. He scoffs and whips it past you so it smashes against the wall and the bits litter over the counter. You let out a squeal as he stomps out, leaving you in shock, standing before a puddle of coffee.

You gulp and face the remnants of his mug. You should clean that up before anyone cuts themselves. You cross to the counter and set to carefully plucking up the shards.

“What happened in here?” Melanie asks as she enters, “oh it's you.”

You ignore her as you focus on the glass. Of course she assumes it was you. Seems like everyone thinks you're a disaster.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your lunch is a bit hectic and tour tummy is aching for your missed meal but your mission is accomplished. You have the box of coffee, the exact brand they keep in the break room. You stop at your desk and attach one of your heart-shaped post-its, writing Curtis’ name on it with a smiley face over the i. You'll let it be anonymous, a nice surprise.

The only hitch is finding the opportunity to drop it at his desk. So you do some snooping through the internal calendar. He has a meeting at fifteen. That's doable.

You watch the clock, not getting much done in your anticipation. You wait until two minutes after then hug the box to your stomach and make your way towards IT. You keep your head down, laser focused on the target.

You slip past Jensen's desk, he isn't there either. You see just ahead that Curtis’ chair is empty and you almost leap in delight. You tiptoe over, hovering the box beside the keyboard but don't put it down.

You shouldn't look but you know that shade of pink. The slightly open drawer slides open as you poke your toe under it. Your pillow! The stuffed donut pops up as it's released from the tension of the cramped drawer.

Wait? How'd it get there?

“What the hell are you doing?” Curtis startles you as he comes around the corner.

You look up at him and bat your lashes. He stole it. Why? Revenge? Does he hate you that much?

You drop the box of coffee and it bounces onto the floor. You snatch the pillow from the drawer and scramble in the other direction. You nearly collide with Jensen as Curtis grumbles behind you, the drawer slamming harshly.

“You okay?” Jensen touches your sleeve.

You can't talk. You're confused and hurt and… you really thought you misplaced the pillow, you didn't think someone would steal it. You shake your head and push past, clinging to your pillow as your eyes sting. You're done trying to be nice.

🩷

You take your pillow home with you that night. You won't bring it back. You'll just suffer the pain.

You can't believe you ever tried to be his friend. Why did it matter so much to you? You suppose there's still lots of people to meet at the office. Or you can eat your lunch alone.

Oh well, it's the weekend. You don't have to face the music for a couple days. You spend the night on your computer, playing the new game you downloaded on Steam, a puppy dress-up sim. It was free.

You sleep, not well. You don't know why you're so uneasy. Halfway through the night, you hide the donut pillow in your closet.

The next day you think of all the ways you can spend your time. You come up with nothing but that's fine. You'll go to the mall!

You put on a yellow and green patchwork overall skirt over a plaid blouse and set off. You won't spend too much but a new plushie will cheer you up.

The bus drops you off at the east entrance of the mall. You enter and stop to buy yourself a cinnamon bun. You're starving!

You wander and wipe away the stickiness on a crumpled napkin as you enter the game shop. You pass by the collectible figures for a tabletop RPG and find your way to the squishmallows. The taco one is adorable.

You squat down to grab the fried egg plushy and smile. This one will go with your toast pillow. As you stand, you press against someone else. You apologise but stop as an arm hooks around you. Another comes around your other side, claiming the stuffy from your grasp.

“You like these things?” The gristly voice rolls into you.

You gasp and pull away, turning to face Curtis as he eyes the smiling sunny-side up. Your back hits the shelves as you stare with wide eyes. You don't get it, how did he find you?

“Where did you come from?” You ask dumbly.

“Relax, I was here to buy dice,” he continues to examine the toy.

“Oh…” you look around, “you play that game; diners, dives and dragons.”

“Dungeons and dragons,” he corrects you.

“Ha, I know, just a very not funny joke,” you shrug.

You reach for the stuffy but he pulls it out of reach. He finally looks at you. You could wilt like a dying flower.

“I'll get it for you.”

You're stunned speechless. Your mouth falls open as he looks away. He pulls his shoulders up and drops them.

“Fair trade. For the coffee.”

“Oh,” you snap your mouth shut, “that's not… that's fine.”

You try to take the toy again but he puts it behind him. He steps closer, crowding you against the shelves. You sweat as your eyes skitter side to side.

“I shouldn't have taken your… donut thing.”

“Uh, yeah, well, it's… really, I think it's better we just keep our distance,” you rub the back of your neck, “it's nice of you to offer to make it up but I'm over it.”

“Over it?” He echoes.

“Yeah, I don't wanna be friends. We're coworkers. Let's keep it profesh.”

“Profesh…” he squints.

“So I'll just take the squish,” you sidle and reach around him, tugging the toy until he lets go, “have fun with your dragons.”

He doesn't move as you march up the aisle. You go to the counter and proudly present the fried egg. You unzip your furry purse as Curtis strides towards the till.

“Wait,” he says.

“Sorry, I got stuff to do. See ya around the office though,” you swipe your card and the machine bings with approval, “I'm sure you're busy too.”

You smile at the cashier and take your bag and receipt. You spin and stroll out. You sense Curtis behind you and walk faster. He catches up to you and blocks your path. You nearly fall over your feet as you stop abruptly.

“I apologised.”

“Thanks.”

“Thanks?” He growls.

“Uh huh.”

His brows draw together and his lashes flick, “I… I'm trying–”

“It's too late. Sorry, can't help you,” you shrug, “enjoy the coffee and the silence. I know you prefer both to me.”

You sidestep him again and hear him sputter. You scurry without looking back. You don't hear him but don't let out your breath until you turn into the next wing of the mall. You hope you didn't just make him hate you even worse but you have to protect your happiness. And your squishmallows.