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A Permanent Claim: Part 2

The twin beds set against the wall were made in perfection, a task that you speculated was taken on by the maids Pari said Curtis had hired to look after the twin mess.

The dark grey blankets were pulled taut against the bed with lighter pillows placed at the top of the mattress with a stuffed bear on one bed and an alligator on the other.

The closet doors that were placed across from each bed were closed, the frosted glass giving you a limited view of their clothes inside, although you could depict the black and white soccer ball sitting on the floor by the door hinges.

The room was clean and well organized though it hadn’t looked like a typical little boys’ room, there was a distinctive lack of toys or games, the walls were decorated with generic canvas pictures but nothing that would have related to their personalities. It seemed as if their room was ripped from the pages of some interior design magazine, copied and pasted into the house. There was little here that was conducive to Theo and James, or it had appeared that way to you.

“I’ll show you the nanny suite.” Pari directed you out of the room, closing the door behind the two of you before she stepped further into the hall, the extension of the crisp and clean aesthetic of the boy’s rooms continuing into the hall.

The carpet beneath your feet was soft, and you found yourself curling your toes into the material briefly before you followed Pari down the hall toward the next set of doors on the right side of the long hallway.

Pari had given you the rundown on the twins’ schedule, the latest time they could stay up and when Curtis wanted them up in the morning. She had explained that they were going to be entering kindergarten after summer break and the private school Curtis was sending them to would take them out of the house three days a week until Christmas, and then after they would go four days a week.

It was a lot of information given to you within a brief time until she stepped in front of one door, opening it briefly to give you a brief look at the boys bathroom they shared. The bathtub and shower combo seemed to have more life and personality than their room, a few toys set in a faux wicker basket by the corner of the bathtub, and a set of matching towels hanging on the rack were synonymous with the double vanities.

A set of toothbrushes was hanging off two holders above the sink, one themed to a superhero and the other was designed with dinosaurs in mind, both giving you more of an idea of what the twins liked than their bedroom.

It was puzzling, a wonderment why there was nothing more for the boys in their bedroom. You put the thought in the back of your mind while you followed Pari down to the next door, a nanny suite that was going to be yours when you officially started the next day.

Tonight she was going to stay to make sure the twins had settled until they had gotten relatively used to the idea of having another new nanny around, and that would in turn give you time to pack some clothes before you would be on your own.

It was her deciding factor or something about you that she liked, to give you the job after the few short hours that you had been here talking with her and to her. The process of showing you around was one more indication that you were going to be given the job, one more step toward you being hired for the job that paid exceptionally well.

However, you were curious about the high turnaround, curious enough that you had almost asked Pari whether it was the twins that drove the nanny away in some kind of Hollywood feeling scheme or if it was the man you were working for that had done the job.

“It’s got everything you’ll need.” Pari directed you into the nanny suite and you had stepped through with speculation, your eyebrows furrowing as your lips had become pursed.

The nanny suite was larger than you expected and was rather captivating with clean crisp white walls, and an intricate chandelier hanging in the middle of the room.

The headboard was made of light grey material that was textured with cloth buttons that added extra detail. The bed itself was larger than the one you had in your apartment, and it was pushed against the feature wall with a nightstand on the right-hand side and a sitting chair on the other side. Across from the bed was an electric fireplace and mantle, the dark wood contrasting the white trim that ran throughout the room.

To the far left was a set of double doors that led to a small private balcony that was enclosed by a white railing. The room was designed with the same sleekness as the rest of the house, perfect to a near fault, and yet this nanny suite still had more character than the twins rooms. It was bothering you, it was getting under your skin like an itch that couldn’t have possibly been sated until you let the question be aired and given life.

“Pari, the twins room-“ You looked back at her, your eyes meeting hers and your mouth shutting closed when she had drawn in a breath and rubbed the bridge of her nose with annoyance.

The corner of her lips was pressed tightly together and the scowl on her face had told you everything you needed to know.

“I know.” Those two words told you enough. “Curtis hired some interior decorator because he didn’t give a shit about what the house looked like, he’s got enough to deal with. The nannies and housekeepers come and they see the state of this place and do everything they can to keep it this way.”

“High-turnaround-“

“Not just for nannies.” Pari drew her hand away from her face and down to her hip, glancing you over again with a far less stoic expression. “Housekeepers too.”

Your suspicions of the twin being hellions that sent the nannies off were partially right, and you couldn’t have blamed them. The twins were not allowed by the other nannies to have anything in their rooms because of the clutter, and it had made the boys double down on their mission to get rid of anyone ‘allergic to fun’.

They didn’t get to express themselves, they didn’t get to enjoy being messy like kids naturally were, or even have their favourite toys in their bedrooms to play with. It was almost as if they were being forced into this state of cleanliness that wasn’t achievable for them.

“They’re kids, they should be allowed to be kids.” You mumbled under your breath, taking another glance around the room before you and Pari stepped into the hallway again.

As the door clicked behind you, your hand settled on the doorknob while Pari made her way to the winding staircase, leaving you lagging for a few moments.

“Theo, James-“ A crash had come from the lower level and your feet carried you before you had time to think, following Pari toward the kitchen and the source of the sound.

“Sorry, aunty.” One of the twin’s bottom lips was trembling, his blue eyes watering and his chest heaving with the effort to hold in his tears.

Between the twins was a broken glass and orange juice, the mixture thankfully not hitting either of their feet. Theo, or so you thought, had huffed and gritted his teeth, almost as if he was trying to present himself as a stoic figure.

“James-“ you started to speak to the twins, first addressing the twin who wasn’t near tears.

“Theo.” Pari corrected you, taking a wide berth around the glass and juice, and stepping toward a small utility closet near the edge of the kitchen.

“It was an accident, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to.” You stepped the other way, slowly grabbing hold of James’ arm, and gently leading him away from the glass. “I’m going to clean it up, don’t step in the glass or you’ll cut your feet.”

“I was thirsty.” James pulled at your sleeve, his eyes brimming with tears. “I wanted a drink.”

“I know, it’s not your fault.” You lift him from the floor and set him on the table, sitting him on the edge before you lifted his left foot and then his right, looking for any cuts. “It was an accident.”

You drew your fingers along the bottom of his feet feeling for any nicks that you couldn’t see, biting down on the inside of your cheek when he laughed through some tears and jerked his foot. After checking both feet, you lifted him from the table and carried him further away from the mess and set him down where he wouldn’t be hurt or caught in the mess.

“Do you still want something to drink?” You crouched before him, watching him as he raised his arm and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, sniffling and nodding. “Orange juice?”

“We didn’t mean to,” Theo spoke with the same defiance, the same presentable little tough guy act he was trying to put on, almost as if he was afraid you or Pari would give them trouble. “It slipped-“

“It’s okay, Theo.” You were careful to step around the rest of the glass, carefully padding around the island toward the fridge as you stared at the rows of cupboards.

“To the left of the fridge,” Pari spoke without having to look up from the floor, “orange juice is on the right side of the fridge.”

You followed her instruction, first grabbing a glass and then the juice. You set both on the counter before closing the doors and unscrewing the cap, idly listening to the sound of James and Theo’s whispers behind you while you filled their glass.

Once it was halfway full, you grabbed the glass and turned. You nearly jumped out of your skin when they appeared closer than you anticipated, squeaking in surprise at their giggles and soft laughter.

“Funny.” You held the glass out to James, watching him and Theo guzzle down the sweet mixture before they handed it back to you. “Is that better?”

“Theo, James…go put your toys away. Pizza will be here soon.” Pari sent the directive and as quickly as the boys were here, they were gone.

They scattered from the kitchen with a few excited claims that they would beat each other to the playroom, leaving you and Pari alone. You set the glass in the sink and shifted your weight from one foot to the other while silence passed between you both.

“Crustaceans?” Pari drew your attention to herself as she stepped around the island and dumped the remaining glass shards into the garbage under the sink. “You’re allergic to crustaceans?”

“Oh.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other before you cleared your throat and nodded. “Yeah, I don’t eat crustaceans but I can eat fish.”

“I don’t eat beef,” Pari relayed some personal preferences about herself just as you had, “It’s not an allergy, but a religious practice.”

“Beef?”

“I can eat chicken, lamb, and goat but not beef.” She looked you over as she spoke and then smiled, cracking a genuine and warm grin. “You’re going to do great with them. You’re exactly what they need.”

“Thank you-“

“-Curtis too.” She spoke over you while you fell silent. “He’s going to love you.”

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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week 3 - day 10 - kinktober - somnophilia - best friend's brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

warning - somnophilia

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren't mine

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I huff as I walk through the front door, just wanting to strip down and shower. I let out a grunt of annoyance when I hear giggles and yelps from the kitchen, deciding to head there first to scream at whoever is making the noise to shut up. The moment I step into the room, my eyes grow wide, and my pants tighten.

“Curtis! You remember Y/n, right?” The sound of his sister's voice is zoned out as his eyes are glued onto the small figure, and his eyes drift down and take in the way her pink dress hugs her figure perfectly, and how there’s flour on her rosy red cheeks, he lets out a grunt before turning and quickly heading to his room.

Not seeing how disappointed you were, the way your eyes dropped, full of tears as your plump lip quivered. His sister shrugs, muttering how he must be in a bad mood before continuing with the baked goods sitting on the kitchen counter. You slowly start to help, your mood slightly drained, wishing the crush you had on your best friend's brother would go away by now.

The moment Curtis entered his room, his clothes came off, and his hand wrapped around his throbbing member. Furiously stroking it as his head tips back, eyes closed, and he pictures what you’d look like on your knees for him. He wasn’t expecting you to look so grown, how your breasts bounced as you giggled and how he wished he could take that plump bottom lip of yours and suck on it.

Pants and groans leave his mouth, his hand moving faster and harder against his cock, the tip angry and leaking. His other hand goes down to his balls and gives them a tug and a squeeze before his cock erupts, and his cum shoots out of him, covering his dirty clothes and some of his floor. Curtis pants, desperately trying to catch his breath before heading into his bathroom and washing the day away.

He spent most of his time in his room, feeling as though he’d pounce on you if he saw you again. When night came, and dinner was ready, he heard a soft knock on his wooden door. He grunts as he gets up, ready to bite the head off of whoever decides to disturb him. He swings his door open, prepared to yell, and stops short. His skin turns a pale white. He can feel himself start to sweat as he hardens in his boxers. The sight before him was both a blessing and a curse.

Standing there was you, wearing a cute short sheer light pink nightie that hugs your figure nicely, and what gets to him the most is the little rose bow between your breasts. Deciding he’s been standing there for too long in complete silence, he grunts again, not realising the effect on the woman standing before him when he does.

“What?” His piercing blue eyes stare her down, watching as she squirms. Her big doe-like eyes stare up at him, nervously chewing on her lip. Y/n gestures with her hands.

“Dinners ready, and S/n told me to come to get you.” Curtis’s eyes fall and focus on how her breasts bounce as her hands wave around. He blinks several times when he notices she’s waiting for him to answer. He nods, gestures for her to go ahead as he walks out of his room and follows behind her. His bottom lip is between his teeth as he watches her ass jiggle as she walks, trying to stop his cock from growing hard because he wouldn’t be able to hide it with what little clothes he’s wearing.

Curtis watches Y/n turn slightly to look at him, giving him a shy smile before quickly scurrying away to where dinner is being held. Curtis wasn’t happy. Throughout dinner, his sister wouldn’t shut up, mainly when she talked about finding someone for Y/n to hook up with and when Curtis found out that she’s never been with a man before. He wanted to throw her onto that table and have her for dinner. When dinner finally ended, Curtis abruptly got up and left, needing to get out of the room fast before he did something he wasn’t supposed to.

The rest of the night, while you and his sister went to her room to watch those stupid romcoms, Curtis stroked himself until his cock became sensitive. He sits up, groaning as his cock is still hard and his body is covered in sweat. No woman has ever made him feel like this, especially when they’re not in the same room.

He gets up and heads out of his room, heading towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. Curtis reaches up and grabs a mug before filling it with water and gulping the liquid down. Curtis stares at the cup for a few seconds, “fuck it,” he places the cup into the sink before stalking quietly to his sister’s room. Curtis stops at her door, noticing that it’s slightly open, and he peeks inside, seeing that the both of you are fast asleep.

Curtis smirks, knowing his sister is an extremely deep sleeper. I mean, she should be with the number of sleeping pills he put in both of your drinks. Enough to possibly knock out an elephant, his eyes focus on your small form. The nightie that has become his favourite has now lifted, showing off the cute pair of pink silk knickers. The outline of her pussy lips can be seen from where he is standing, causing a groan to leave him.

Stepping into the room, he moves closer to the bed, where you lie flat on your back. Legs spread as if you were expecting him, his hand strokes your thigh, watching your face to see if you’d wake. When you don’t make a sign that you’ll wake anytime soon, Curtis moves his hand up and to your clothed core, his fingers skimming over the smooth fabric before making a connection with your swollen button.

He rubs small circles against your button, and your soft moans fill the air as you wiggle in your sleep. Curtis crawls onto the bed, his cock rock hard with the thought of his fantasy finally coming true. His hand continues to rub your little cunt, feeling your knickers begin to soak through before he slowly pulls them down and off your body.

His mouth drops open as he looks at your glistening cunt, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. Curtis slowly moves closer, just needing a small taste, only a tiny one. His chest connects with the bed, holding himself up by his elbows as his hands grab hold of your ass and pulls you closer to his mouth. A moan falls from his lips when his lips touch yours, the smell and taste of your soft cunt enter his mind, and he slowly becomes feral. His tongue sweeps inside your cunt, scooping up as much of you as he can before his mouth moves up to your little button. His tongue swirls around it before his lips wrap around it and suck, his tongue flicking it as your sleeping body thrashes, tiny hands trying to find something to grab onto.

As you cum, Curtis moves back down to your hole, licking and slurping up as much as he can before he stops and gets on his knees, pushing his boxers down and revealing his thick and bulging member. Underneath sit a heavy set of balls, ready to be emptied. Grabbing hold of the base, Curtis lines the tip with your sopping wet entrance before slowly pushing in, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as the feel of your tight cunt hugs him. Your walls pulsate around his heavy member. The resistance gets to him, making him feel feral as he pushes deeper inside.

Once Curtis bottoms out, a moan slips from his lips, his head dropping as he takes a moment to appreciate the feel of you wrapped around him. His dark blue eyes stare down at your sleeping form, slowly pulling out before he thrusts back in, his hands resting on either side of your hips as he thrusts into your tight little cunt. His pace starts picking up as groans of pleasure slip from his lips, never wanting this to end. The tip of his cock hits your sweet spot causing sleepy whimpers to leave you.

Curtis wraps his arms around your thighs and lifts your hips in the air as your upper half still lays on the bed. Snapping his hips harder and faster inside you, causing the bed to shake as Curtis desperately wants to cum, fill you up and breed you. Have you fall pregnant and not know who or how, he’s heard you talk about being filled, fucked in your sleep by this mystery man that you have a crush on. Curtis has always been jealous of him, not knowing it was him that you were talking about. When he heard you tell his sister you popped your cherry with a toy, he had to quickly rush to his room and tug on his cock until his balls were wholly emptied. Curtis wants you full with his children. The thought of you walking around with a baby bump caused by him makes his cock throb, twitching wildly and balls tightening as he cums. White coats your walls, his cock buried deep inside you, and he feels you jerk and cum around him, pulsating around him, milking him dry of all inside him.

He slowly pulls out, looking down and scooping up the cum that leaks out before bringing it up to your mouth and pushing his fingers inside, groaning as he feels you suck on them. Curtis grabs the cute pair of knickers you had on and balls them into his hand, slowly crawling off the bed and bending down, placing a soft kiss on your lips before walking out of the room and to his. He heads to a set of drawers and opens them, adding to the collection of the other pairs he’s stolen from you.

A dark smile forms on his face as he heads over to his bed and lies down, sighing in contempt. One day you will be his and his only, a gold band on your ring finger and a litter of kids running around.

You will hold his last name, whether you know it or not.

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eloquentreverie · 8 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: modern! curtis everett x female reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: friends to lovers, age gap ( curtis is in his early 30's/ reader is in her mid 20's), idiots in love (mostly the reader), angst, angst angst, angst with a happy ending, swearing, jealousy, my attempt at adding humor

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N has harbored feelings for her childhood best friend, Curtis Everett, for years. But as he gets busier with his new girlfriend, Y/N knows it's time for her to distance herself to avoid any more heartbreak. That is, until one fateful night, when everything finally changes.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.3k+

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Here it is! This originally was very self-indulgent since I grabbed inspo from a dream of mine and it kind of took on a mind of its own. As always, this is my first time writing for a new character, so please be kind if you comment!

𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

She knows that this is stupid. If she could program her brain to stop loving him, she would. Y/N scrubs down one of the tables at the diner, managing to catch a few glimpses of Curtis, her best friend across the room in one of the booths. His arm is wrapped around the shoulder of his newest girlfriend, Chelsea.

His lips were a few inches away from her ear as Y/N watched from afar. She feels another pang of jealousy shoot through her veins. Her mind filled with scenarios about what it would feel like if Curtis had his arms draped around her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear or inside jokes.

She notices his gaze move toward her and her attention quickly shifts back to the dirty table, pretending to not feel his gaze on her or the goosebumps that always prickle her skin when he looks at her. A part of her knew he wasn’t doing this on purpose. She knew that he had no idea the feelings she felt for him. And Y/N was sure it would stay that way, no matter how much it made her heart wrench in her chest.

A voice calls out to her, pulling her away from her thoughts. “Y/N, can you please take over table #6 for me?” Arden, her friend and co-worker asks with pleading eyes. Her heart speeds up. She doesn’t have to look to know which table her friend is referring to. It’s the one with Curtis and his girlfriend. Arden mouths her a thank you before she slips out of the back door to the diner. Y/N lets out a sigh, grabbing the menu and notepad from her pocket.

She makes her way to their table, plastering her best customer service smile onto her face. But the second she looks at them, she realizes that they aren't even looking at her. Her eyes dart between the two of them, her heart feeling like it's going to disintegrate into a million pieces right in front of them.

After a few seconds, she finds the courage to clear her throat. "Hey guys, what can I get for you two today?" she greets, trying not to let her voice crack or let Curtis hear the pain evident in her voice.

Curtis turns to look at her and he smiles, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Her heart breaks further when he pulls away from Chelsea, looking down at the menu in front of him. "Yeah, um, we'll both have the burger special."

"Great," she mumbles, forcing a smile on her face as she takes their menus. She turns to walk away when a thought enters her head. Maybe you shouldn’t give up hope yet. She turns around, not expecting the two of them to be lip locked. The sight almost makes her cry right then and there. "Do you two want your burgers medium well or medium rare?"

Y/N can feel tears form in her eyes, and her throat tightens, making it difficult for her to even move her jaw. She wishes she could just crawl under the table right now. Or just go anywhere but right here, in this moment. She clears her throat again, looking down at her notepad this time when she hears them pull away from their embrace.

"Oh, medium well, thanks," Chelsea says. Her smile is too big, too bright, and her voice is too chipper. It makes Y/N want to vomit. The urge to just run away comes back, but she doesn’t. Instead, she writes their orders down before she walks away, wiping away the few tears that managed to fall.

Y/N lets out a shaky breath as she makes her way behind the counter. She quickly punches in the order before she makes her way back to the tables she needs to clean. She busied herself with other duties as she waited for their order to be cooked. For the most part, she tried to ignore them but every so often, Curtis would whisper something in Chelsea's ear, causing her to laugh obnoxiously. How could he honestly be with someone like her? she thought, wishing it was her on a date with him instead of that red-headed idiot.

A bell goes off a few minutes later, alerting her that their food was ready. She grabs the plate and heads back toward their table. "Here you are," she says, placing their food in front of them. "Can I get you guys anything else?"

"No, I think we're okay," Curtis answers, smiling at her. That damn smile.

"All right, just wave if you need me."

By the time the end of her shift had run its course, she was more than relieved. When Curtis and Chelsea left, she made no attempt to wave goodbye. She was too hurt, too heartbroken. As she began to grab her purse and her jacket, a soft voice could be heard from behind, followed by the feeling of Arden's hand on her shoulder. "Hey, thanks for covering for me today. How are you holding up, sweetie?" she asked softly, leaning against the counter.

She turns around, the soft material of her friend's dress gently tickling the inside of her wrist. Y/N offers her a small smile, shaking her head. "I'm not gonna lie and say that I'm doing okay. We've been here together since this diner opened. It hurts, I'm not gonna say otherwise."

Arden nods, her smile showing just how sorry she was. "But Curtis is just a guy and if you could learn to love yourself then other men could learn to as well." Another sigh escaped her lips as she sat down at one of the empty stools, the sound of clanging dishes filled the room. "Arden, I do love myself. And I don't want anyone else...I want...Curtis." She whispered the last part. It felt painful just to even say his name and she wished she could go back to a time when she was ignorant of how she truly felt about him.

But that's a part of life, right? Falling for friends that wouldn't care to love you back? Heartache, and heartbreak. Tears threaten to slip from her eyes as she runs a hand through her messy hair. Arden lets out a sigh before moving from beside her, retreating further into the restaurant.

Heading home, Curtis leaned back in his chair, resting his feet on the top of the wooden desk in front of him. His mind was swirling with conflicting feelings. Chelsea was a nice girl. He had dated lots of women in the past but, none of them would even come close to the way he felt when he was with Y/N.

She was always making him laugh, or cheering him up when he was sad. She would go to the ends of the earth to make him happy but he couldn't get over this feeling, this desire to be something more. He had tried his best to make her jealous today but all it did was seem to put a damper on his friendship with her.

Would it really be that bad if something were to happen between Y/N and him? he thought. God, he wanted it to, but Curtis was sure that she had a line that if he ever stepped foot over it he would lose her completely. He was hesitant at first, but lifting his feet off of his desk, he pulled out his phone and quickly typed out a message to his best friend.

Curtis: Hey, it was nice seeing you at the diner today. How are you? His thumb hovered over the send button before he pressed it, his heart beating rapidly as he waited for her response.

It only took a few minutes for his phone to alert him of her reply. That was fast, he noted before opening up her message. The anxiety building inside of him disappeared with what he read next.

Y/N: I'm actually really good right now. :)

A breath escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his shaggy dark brown hair, suddenly feeling tired. Thank god.

Curtis: Why, are you okay? You seemed a little bit off today. Are we...good? He hit send, hoping that he wasn't making a mistake.

Y/N: Yup, I was just a little flustered. Don't you dare worry your pretty head about me. Everything is completely cool!

Another wave of relief washed over him. Not being able to resist the smile forming on his lips, he typed out his reply before saving the thread and turning his phone off, running a tired hand over his face.

Curtis: Perfect, meet you at the diner in the morning?? I could certainly use a chocolate chip muffin and my very own private barista.

What Curtis didn't know is that Y/N was secretly hurting inside. The image of him with Chelsea torturing her mind over and over. A few tears trailed down her cheeks but she quickly wiped them away.

Y/N: Sorry. Can't. I'm off tomorrow. We'll have to get together later.

Lies. The real reason is that she can't stand to be near him. Every time she sees him, her heart aches even worse.

Her chest was beginning to feel a little numb as she thinks about how different her life was only just a week ago. As she lay down, her sobs continued, covering her mouth to muffle the sounds so her parents wouldn't hear. When she finally fell asleep, she dreamt about a simpler time. Before feelings or the pain of unrequited love ever got in the way of their friendship.

—A few years ago.

The two of them were laying down on her balcony, laying on a blanket as they watched the stars. Her heart thumped at the close proximity but she pushed it to the depths of her mind. Curtis was her friend. She felt totally normal about how close they were, their hands only an inch away. Cutting through the silence, Curtis nudged her arm. "Hey, look, you see that? That's Cassipoea." he pointed up at the starry night sky before she felt his gaze land on her. He nudges her again. "Are you even paying attention to me, nerd?" he laughed.

"I don't remember asking you for a boring astrology lesson, dumbass." she snarked, the tone of her voice laced with sarcasm. When her lips lifted into a smile as she stared back at the sky, his blue eyes still fixed on her. He pressed a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended by her retort. "Excuse me for trying to cheer my best friend up."

Y/N glances over at him and feels an odd twinge in her heart, as though someone has stuck her with a needle. Her breathing halts for just a second and she had to shake her head. God, she must be really tired. Ignoring this sensation, she rested her head on Curtis' strong, muscular arm. "For your information," she started "I really appreciate it, okay?" She bumped his side, letting out a tiny sigh as she watched the starry night. Curtis grinned, wrapping an arm around her. "You better. I don't stay out late for anyone, you know?"

Unconsciously, his fingers caressed her shoulder blades, trailing in soft, rhythmic strokes from the inside of her shirt toward the end of her collar, until her upper chest was covered with goosebumps. There was another silence that filled the air before her eyes flickered up to the sky once more. "Curtis, promise me something. Promise we won't let anything stand in between us, okay?"

"Yeah," he replies in an almost solemn manner. There was a short break between them, with Curtis fidgeting on the blanket. He lay there, feeling confused. No girl had ever made him feel this way before, nor had his chest constricted so much that it hurt when the soft curves of Y/Ns shoulder rubbed against his own skin as they stared up at the stars together.

And it wasn't long before Y/N realized just how badly her heart was racing, just from a slight touch of his fingers. Maybe the movie night where they were closer than two best friends should have been had set off some type of reaction with the pheromones or something...

Y/N ignored it for weeks, pushing it off as the product of late-night delirium until it happens a second time—after a long party where she was acting completely sober, despite the fact that she was plastered. She watches as Curtis wraps his arm around a girl, feeling a slight pang in her chest again. As he rubs a thumb in his usual comforting motion, whispering something in the mystery girls ears. This time, she couldn't just let it go. Something felt different. Unusual.

"Oh god," her face filled with embarrassment and her cheeks felt hot when the realization hit her. She just looked up at him with large Y/E/C eyes. Why was she just having this sudden awareness? The very concept felt so simple, and yet was so convoluted at the same time. No, no. You're just confused. It's alcohol. Curtis is your friend, not someone you have a crush on. You're not that kind of best friend, that one that falls for him.

Finally, she understood what's been going on. But the thought was somehow satisfying and simultaneously terrifying—to realize how much you cherished someone else, while realizing that they would never want you in return. Y/N ran her hand through her curls before she got up and sat on the curb. She quickly texted her friend Arden, hoping she could come pick her and get her away from these conflicting emotions. A part of her knew this night was going to bring nothing but regret if she and Curtis continued their time together.

Her eyes flicker over towards him when the door opens, his dark brown hair looked greasy and matted to his forehead and his arms were bare; Curtis was wearing a band shirt and ripped skinny jeans that hugged his legs tightly. As the people slowly trickled outside, she pulled out her phone trying to busy herself. She needs a distraction, anything.

When Curtis found her, his entire face contorted in annoyance. "God, Y/N, we've been looking for you. Everyone already left. Where the hell were you?!" He asks in the most frustrated tone she had heard from him in years. She lets out a sigh, closing her eyes before they land back on his own.

She scrunched her face up at his tone, rolling her eyes. "What's gotten into you, party boy? Go back to what's-her-face. I'm fine." Her speech was slurred, part from tiredness and the other part from the alcohol still running through her veins. But he didn't listen and with one swift motion, Curtis yanks Y/N off the street and practically throws her over his shoulder. "Curtis! Seriously?!" She yelled, wiggling in his strong grasp to attempt to pull free. "Put me down! I already have someone—Curtis!" He interrupts her, ignoring her shouts and putting his hand over her lips. It doesn't take too long before she realizes that they're halfway down the street to their homes.

As he was almost back to his neighborhood, Curtis places her back onto her feet before bending over and pressing his hands to his thighs, panting hard. Y/N scowls, unable to hold back her embarrassment. "Really? Was it that necessary?" When she looks to the side she notices him leaning against a lamppost for support. The annoyance on her face dissipates and her brows knit into concern. "Curtis? What's wrong? Are you—you okay?" she asks, taking a step closer. The frown on his features pulls into an irritated stare.

"Am I okay? Oh yeah, totally, besides the fact that I just dragged your drunk ass for, like, two miles just to make sure you were going home safe."

Her eyes widen, her annoyance filtering back into her features. "Well, I didn't ask you to carry me, you know?" She groans, rolling her eyes as she starts to walk to her front door. She needed to lay down before she said something she'd regret. Heartache and alcohol never mixed well. Her thoughts lingered on her earlier revelation, that she had the biggest crush on this dimpled Adonis that wouldn't stop acting so difficult.

"So that's it? You just run the fuck away from your best friend just because you don't want to have an honest conversation like grown-ass adults? What kind of fucking nonsense—" When she stops, and whirls around to face him, Curtis nearly loses his balance, having expected a light tap on his shoulder. What he got instead is her fist smacking his right pectoral with such force that his first reaction is to reel back in shock and a little pain. God damn that's gonna hurt in the morning.

She shakes her head, turns back around, and opens her front door, careful not to wake her parents. "Goodnight, Curtis," she whispers angrily before walking in and shutting the door.

The sudden ringing of the alarm on her phone startles her, making her jerk up in bed. Y/N groaned, leaning over to silence it as she sunk back into the covers. She had fallen asleep, reminiscing about the happy moments of her friendship, all for her to wake from the memory of when she almost confessed her feelings to Curtis. God, why was her brain torturing her in the most imaginative ways possible?

All the coffee, pastries, and burnt croissants in the world could never fix this sadness. The first tear comes only seconds after her heart decides that yes, it was truly possible to feel this much emotional agony and break all the way through.

She swallows back a dry sob that threatens to leave her throat and instead forces her lungs to inhale. Shaking her head, she pulls herself back against the headrest and wraps the white pillow beside her between her arms, burrowing her wet cheeks within it and softly whispering under her breath. "This...is exactly what happens when someone falls in love with her best friend."

Nothing goes like it did in the movies. There is no passionate declaration of love in front of everyone she knows. She wishes she was in a John Hughes movie or better yet, one of her favorite rom-coms. Her thoughts linger back to what her friend had said. Maybe she just needed to move on from Curtis.

The rest of the following weeks she avoids Curtis at all costs. She ignored his texts, and his phone calls. Even avoided him at the diner, busying herself with other customers when she saw him with Chelsea. It was the only way she knew to protect her heart or so she thought. One night, after a late shift at the diner, she sighs, taking off her jacket and kicking off her shoes. Her body tenses when she hears the window start to slide open.

Turning around, she spots a hooded figure outside her bedroom balcony and she quickly grabs her wooden bat that she keeps just in case of an intruder. Pressing her back against the wall, she waits with bated breath as the figure crawls through her window and rises to his full height. She's just about to swing when he pushes off his hood, revealing that it's none other than Curtis. The man she had been avoiding for several weeks. She lets out a sigh of relief. "Curtis, what the fuck!?" she whispers angrily. "You scared the shit out of me!"

With the same grumpy and sleepy expression she always loved, Curtis gives an eye roll. "Calm the fuck down, Princess," he yawned, dusting off his shoulders as he leaned against her bedpost, completely unaware of the pain she's been in since that horrible party. His gaze flicked over to Y/N, and his lips dipped into a tiny frown, which only makes him more beautiful, because now his slightly slanted eyebrows give a very man-yet-boyish look to his perfectly chiseled features.

She crosses her arms against her chest, still miffed that he chose to enter her house without her permission. "Curtis, what are you doing here?"

In response to her inquiry, his eyes find themselves stuck upon Y/N in that very moment; his breath caught in his throat. Fuck he had missed her this week. But her cold demeanor showed no affection for him, other than her slight smile from when she first noticed him crawling inside. It made him wonder. Did she not care, or did she just want him gone? Suddenly her bedroom grew warm and it felt hot and humid, like a fucking steam bath.

And it was only the beginning of summer. Curtis stepped over her rug and started pacing from her bookshelf to her desk chair and her guitar. All in a clear, one way path that kept him exactly five feet away from her the whole time, not letting him feel the magnetic draw towards her that seemed so unnatural.

And yet... so completely natural. It was unnerving to say the least, or that's the closest word that could describe this sensation. The man squinted in thought and his throat dried out once again.

Did... did she dislike him?! The only conclusion he could come up with made the need to protect Y/N surface; making it the driving emotion in him right now, overwriting even his need to see a specific girl tonight. Y/N let out an audible sigh when the silence had turned more awkward than his visit. And was that how he perceived it now, was he just... visiting?! Fucking great. Her fists clenched and the muscle beneath her eye twitched, ticking in rage.

"Well?" she asked, raising her brows slightly, her hands now resting on her hips. Even though, deep down she knew he was probably here because of the missed calls and texts she had refused to answer.

Why won't he just ask what he wants and leave me alone?!

Curtis blinked, unable to read her current facial expressions; he'd known her long enough. He simply couldn't, for the love of everything, decipher them correctly. Fuck, how did one be tactful?! If it were her and some random fuck-nut (which would be literally unthinkable in the very obvious and unique way she currently preferred the people around her), she would've let him hit it and get the fuck out without saying another word.

But Curtis wasn't some random 'fuck-nut', and there was the little fact of not wanting to kick his feelings into the dust and out onto the curb. God, he was the last person she needed tonight. Well, he could stay then, stay in the place which felt so weird because he's suddenly made a stranger. Maybe the discomfort will be the end to her 'little-unrequited' problem, once and for all, that seemed to have been an issue lately around him.

As she met his piercing blue, puppy dog gaze, which always got her in the past, her eyes narrowed as she lifts her chin, determination etched upon her features.

"Soooo? Are you gonna say something or do you plan on standing in that spot all night and just look like some Greek statue?"

He stops pacing for the first time and looks up at her, letting out a soft breath as he ran a hand through his dark locks. "Alright, look," he murmurs and begins. "I'm... uh," Curtis struggled to find his words as his dark brows furrowed, trying his hardest to think of anything to say that would put an end to this discomfort. "Look, I just... shit." He sighs.

When he spoke again, his voice was strained, barely above a whisper. "...Are you avoiding me or what?"

Of course, the conversation circles back to the events leading up to the recent. Y/N tries to avert his gaze but couldn't pull herself away from his presence. She chews the inside of her cheek, as though debating her next words, considering not saying anything.

She sighs, her expression forming into something neutral and distant. "I've been busy. And I didn't think you'd notice." she shrugs, moving past him and sitting on the edge of her bed. She was treating him like a stranger and it only made his blood boil even more.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck?!" he asked, a little too loud. A frown etched over his features when he finally saw Y/N's face, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took a step forward.

"Okay, hold on," Curtis said, lifting a finger in the air, his eyebrows still knitted together into a frown, "You were busy? So what? That's bullshit and you know it, Y/N."

"What are you trying to say?" She stands up, facing him, her eyes burning into his own.

Curtis let out another sigh. "Look, we've been friends for like... fuck, forever. So stop acting like I don't know you." He crosses his arms. "Just tell me why you're avoiding me."

She let out a laugh, crossing her own arms against her chest. "You've been with Chelsea a lot. Thought I'd give you some space since—since we've barely hung out." She lied, she had been avoiding him for weeks for other reasons. But what was the point of telling him that, she was sure he would laugh at her, thinking it was just a joke?

Curtis shook his head. "Bullshit." He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry if I've been a dick, but I'm not the only one that has been fucking around."

Her eyes widen at his comment. "Excuse me?"

He let out a breath. "Why are you really avoiding me, Y/N? What did I do?"

"Nothing," she answers, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, then what the hell is the problem? Why can't you just be my friend? What the hell changed?" He asks, stepping closer. "It's like you've been avoiding me this past week."

She couldn't hold back any longer, her heartbeat felt like it was going to burst. "Because I love you, okay? And it hurts whenever I see you with Chelsea..." she whispers, tears forming in her eyes. "And it makes me feel stupid.." she pauses, wiping away her tears.

His eyes widened when she finally admitted the truth. The silence between them filled the room and he couldn't help but take in her words, as though they were his first taste of air after swimming in water for too long.

But the thought was so crazy. He was her friend. She loved him? His eyes dropped to her lips, then to the collar of her shirt. Then it hit him like a fucking wrecking ball. The feelings he had, the way his pulse would quicken, the desire to be close to her, and the want to touch her. This was it.

He had fallen for her.

His lips parted as he lifted his gaze to meet hers. "So, you do like me?" He asked, taking another step forward.

She lifts her chin. "Of course, I do. I have for a while. But you like Chelsea." She shakes her head. "I was going to tell you soon. But things just happened."

"You think I like Chelsea?" he asked, his eyebrows arching into a frown.

Her eyes flick up at him. "You're always with her. She's cute and—"

"You're an idiot, Y/N."

Her brows knit together as she looks up at him. "What?"

He lets out a laugh and shakes his head. "God, you're a fucking idiot," he murmurs.

She takes a step back, confusion filling her features. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?"

His laugh dies out when he notices her move backward. He sighs, running a hand over his face. "I mean, you're an idiot," Curtis said. "Chelsea isn't my girlfriend. I only hung out with her to get you jealous."

"What?"

"I know I've been busy with her, and I'm sorry for that. But I was waiting for you to... fuck, I don't know. I was trying to make you jealous, but then I realized I couldn't stand her." He lets out a sigh.

"Well, it worked," she grumbled, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. "But, why? Why would you want me to be jealous?"

Curtis ran a hand through his dark hair. "Look, Y/N, you're the only girl for me. I didn't think it was possible to feel this way, but I... I love you. I mean, shit, you're my best friend. But, I want to be more. So much more."

She felt her heart flutter, her skin flushed, and her body was filled with warmth. It was all she had ever wanted to hear. But was it real, was she dreaming? "What? Really?" She whispered, not being able to speak any louder.

Curtis nods, and his eyes bore into her own. "Yeah, I really do. I mean, fuck." He laughs. "I can't stop thinking about you." He reaches for her hand and squeezes it. "So, if you'll let me, I'd really like to take you out."

She smiles, squeezing his hand back. "Yes." She whispers.

He lifts an eyebrow, his gaze dropping to her lips, as the distance between them closed. His lips were so close she could feel the heat from his breath against her own. She closes her eyes and lets out a shaky breath before Curtis places a hand on the side of her face and presses his lips against her own.

She felt like she was in heaven, her fingers finding their way through his hair as her other hand grasped his shirt. She pulls him closer, feeling his firm body pressed against her own. She didn't want to pull away, she didn't want to move.

As they parted, Y/N was left breathless and Curtis was left unable to form words. All he could do was stare at her, as his hand found its way back to the side of her face and he tilted her head so that his lips could reach hers again. The second kiss was sweeter than the first, filled with a newfound desire and passion.

When they parted, Curtis let out a shaky sigh. "Fuck, I missed you so much," he muttered.

She giggles and bites her lower lip. "Well, I missed you too"

He shakes his head. "I had to do something. I just didn't know what."

"Well... you made quite the impression," she smiled. "Especially sneaking in my bedroom window." She laughs, making a motion for him to follow her toward the bed.

Curtis leans in as he lies on the bed beside her, propping his head up on his elbow. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, as though he was admiring her. As if this was the first time he truly saw her as more than a friend.

She sighs happily, her fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw, trailing up his cheek. "This feels like a dream," she whispers with a smile.

"Well, I guess you just made me realize that dreams are worth fighting for."

Her cheeks heat once again, resting her head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I love you."

He smiles, his hand massaging the back of her head, his fingers weaving through her hair. "I love you too."

They lie there in silence, their hearts beating as one. Enjoying their moment. They had waited this long, so what's a little more time to savor every ounce of it.

In his arms, the same ones that have held her, even to this day as close as they were, she felt safe and loved, she felt content, her face nuzzling against his chest, her skin pressing to his. This was what it was like to be home. She would savor every second of it.

She pulls her gaze up and stares deeply into his blue eyes. God, they were so beautiful, so full of life, so perfect. Just like him.

"Hey..."

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Kiss me again, please?" she whispers, leaning her forehead against his.

"My pleasure," he smirks.

And he doesn't disappoint her, their lips crash together in a kiss that left her breathless and dizzy. And so utterly weak at her knees that she would've thought the world was ending, had Curtis not been holding her tightly. She would always be thankful for what she had, even if it was to learn it at the expense of a single moment.

She would never forget this, because all the years prior had led to this very one, and that was something she would always remember and treasure. Her heart swelled and beat for this man and only him.

Curtis guides her toward his backyard, a smile playing on his lips. His heart thumps in his chest as they get closer. "Keep your eyes closed. Okay, beautiful?"

"Okay!" She nods happily and squeezes Curtis's hands which are guiding her as he holds her waist with his free arm. As they reach his destination, he releases one of her hands and positions both of them behind her back. "Stay right here for me?" he whispers and places a soft kiss on her cheek.

She laughs and nods excitedly, keeping her eyes closed as Curtis had instructed. Curtis takes a step back, admiring Y/N before speaking once more. "Okay, open your eyes." Her eyes flutter open, revealing a small plaid blanket, some wine, as well as a box of chocolates. She covers her mouth with her hands in surprise, tears pricking in the corner of her eyes.

His heart swells at her reaction. She sniffles and chuckles softly, shaking her head. "I hope those are happy tears," he teases.

Y/N laughs and nods her head, wiping her tears away and closing the gap between them once again, wrapping her arms around Curtis's neck, and planting a kiss on his cheek, making him smile.

The two of them rested on the blanket after they had their fill of enough wine and chocolates. "This reminds me of when we were younger," she whispers, looking up at the starry night sky. "when we would just watch the sky and talk all night."

He laughs softly. "I remember. Especially when I first taught you about constellations." Curtis nodded his head in agreement.

Y/N bites her lower lip, attempting to hold back her laughter. Curtis raises his eyebrows, giving her an inquiring look as Y/N just shakes her head in response.

"What?" Curtis asked, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

Y/N chuckles. "Nothing."

"What?!" Curtis presses once again as Y/N continues chuckling softly to herself. "C'mon, what is it? You're killing me, beautiful."

"Nothing. It's just I'm so happy," she says, leaning over and resting her head on his shoulder. Curtis wraps an arm around her shoulders in return, pressing a kiss to the top of Y/N's head. "Well, good. I wanted our first date to be perfect and well—" He began, but Y/N cuts him off. "Curtis..."

"Yeah?" Curtis questions. Y/N sits upright, taking Curtis's hand into both of her own, holding it close to her. "This has been perfect," Y/N reassured him. Curtis sighs happily as he rests his forehead against Y/N's, admiring her.

"...But the only thing missing is you kissing me right now," she confesses, wrapping a hand around Curtis's neck, waiting impatiently yet eagerly for his lips on her own. He smiles and presses a passionate kiss onto Y/N's lips, eliciting a soft moan from her lips as she parts them. Curtis takes this opportunity and deepens their kiss, causing Y/N to throw her other arm over Curtis's shoulder.

They part after several minutes and gaze deeply into each other's eyes, sharing another kiss shortly after. Curtis presses Y/N onto her back as their kiss becomes more heated with every second. However, the moment is cut short as soon as she hears the clanging of the wine bottle falling over, spilling on her arm, causing her to groan against his lips. Curtis quickly rolls off of Y/N as she curses under her breath, frowning up at the wine spilled on her sleeve. He rolls his eyes jokingly. "Way to ruin the fucking moment," Curtis laughs softly.

She giggles softly. "I don't mind getting a little wet," she shrugs, grinning up at him. "Ha ha," Curtis remarks playfully, chuckling softly to himself, as Y/N adjusts herself closer to him again. They lie on the blanket once more with Curtis wrapping his arm back around Y/N's shoulder while she leans into his touch and snuggles next to him, feeling secure.

Curtis stares up at the vast sky as Y/N rests her head on Curtis's chest. "So..." Curtis clears his throat, breaking the short silence between them. Y/N turns her attention toward Curtis, eyeing him curiously. "What now?" Curtis asks her, looking back at her with curious eyes. Y/N bites her lower lip with thought and gives Curtis a shy yet affectionate smile.

"Stay over. And spend tomorrow morning in bed with me...," she says quietly and shrugs, feeling her cheeks beginning to heat up. Curtis widens his eyes as Y/N pecks Curtis on the lips teasingly. "Sound good, Everett?" Y/N asks seductively, feeling excited yet nervous at the same time as she stares back at Curtis intently with desire. Curtis smirks teasingly and raises his brows playfully. "That sounds perfect, beautiful." They both laugh happily as Y/N plants a gentle kiss on Curtis's cheek.

divider credits: @.cafekitsune & @.benkeibear

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Tail Between My Legs

Pairing: Curtis Everett x F!Reader

Summary: After growing up in the front section, you meet a man from the tail section when he sneaks into your room to hide from the guards after him. He defies all your preconceptions. And yet, the heart wants what it wants. In this case, it wants Curtis Everett.

Warnings: Mentions of reader’s dead sister, brief sexual imagery.

A/N: I would like to thank my sister for the brilliant title lol. Also, this is the start of a short series so stay tuned for more!

Every day seemed to bleed right into the next. There was no differentiation between yesterday, today, or tomorrow. Life was just one long string of days that seemed to have no end. That was, until you met him. It had started as a day just like any other. You sat with your family in the dining car, eating a lunch made up of foods that you couldn’t even pronounce the names of. However, you weren’t terribly hungry. Picking at your plate, you decided that you’d had enough and excused yourself. As you walked from car to car, you couldn’t find anything that brought you any kind of excitement. Every compartment had a different amenity that seemed altogether useless to you. Finding yourself too bored to do anything, you decided to slip away to your cabin and take a long nap.

Climbing up into the top bunk, you get comfy under several thick blankets. You were drifting off to sleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You didn’t dream. You hadn’t been able to dream for months. Even your slumber was endlessly boring. The minutes ticked past as you snored until the world began to darken. You slept so soundly that you didn’t hear the door to your cabin opening up. Nor did you hear the shuffling of another person sneaking inside. The man hunkered down, watching carefully through the window beside the door as a team of guards ran past the room. Huffing out a sigh he slumped over in his crouched position, looking around the small cabin. If it hadn’t been for your gentle snoring he might not have known that you were there, tucked warmly beneath layers of blankets. As delicately as he could he pulled away the top blanket to look at your face. Your eyes were still shut, lost in a dreamless sleep.

Seeing that he hadn’t woken you up he figured he would slip out as easily as he had slipped in and you would be none the wiser. That’s when another grouping of guards come running past the cabin. Jumping down again, he shuts his eyes tightly. Just as he’s about to slide out of the door there is a harsh knock. Unsure of what to do now he spots an opening beneath the lower bed and crawls underneath, hiding himself away. The knock is enough to wake you up as you blink heavily, looking towards the door. Seeing a guard standing outside your room made you snap upright in your bed quickly before climbing down the ladder. Once you were on the ground again you opened the door, rubbing away the sleepiness in your eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask groggily.

“Sorry to disrupt you ma’am. We’re looking for a tail section passenger that managed to escape to the front.” The words buzz inside your brain. A tail section passenger. You’d never met anyone from the tail section before but you’d always been so curious. You could never admit this to anyone but you found the class system to be wildly unfair. To know that the poorer among you were treated so disgustingly made you wish for a better world. Now one of them had figured out a way to slip past the guards and into the front section. How impossibly exciting. “If you wouldn’t mind we’re searching all of the cabins in this section of the train. May I come in?” At this the man under your bed recoils, bracing himself to be discovered.

As much as you knew that you should allow him inside, something in the depths of your heart told you not to. A deep unshakable feeling. “Yes I do mind as a matter of fact.” When he hears this Curtis lets out a silent breath. “I think I would know if there was a tail section passenger in my room. You have no reason to search this cabin.”

“With all due respect, ma’am, he might have snuck in without your knowledge. Those filthy tail sectioners can be crafty miss.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Excuse me ma’am?”

“Do. You. Think. I’m. Stupid?” The guard blinks in return.

“No, of course not.”

“So don’t you think I would know if there was someone in my room? Don’t you think I would be well aware of that fact?”

“I suppose so ma’am.”

“I’m telling you that there is no one else here. So you have no reason to search this cabin.” The guard takes a wary look around the room and you hold your breath, afraid he might barge his way inside nonetheless. However he straightens up and nods to you.

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. Have a lovely day.” As soon as he’s gone you let out the deep breath you’d been holding in your chest. Watching from the window you wait until he’s fully out of sight before quickly drawing the blinds and locking the door. Now that the guard has disappeared you look around the room. You get another unwavering feeling in your gut which you can’t help but act on.

“Is someone in here?” You ask quietly. For a moment all is silent. Then you hear a rustling from under the bed. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna turn you in. I just want to see you.” You assure the unknown entity.

The man under the bed knows that he can’t hide anymore. Resigning himself, he scoots out into the open room before standing to his full height. He’s taller than you, towering over you intimidatingly. He’s caked in dirt and grime but you’d have to be blind not to see how handsome he is. He watches you intensely, his features dark and intriguing. His hands clench and unclench as he eyes the door, deciding whether or not he should make a run for it. You pick up on this immediately and soften your features to put him at ease.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. There’s guards swarming this hall. You won’t get five feet before they find you. Who knows what will happen when they do.” The man doesn’t answer, simply exchanging glances between you and the door. Finally he lets out a deep sigh, knowing that you’re right. There’s nowhere for him to go now.

“I promise I won’t turn you in.” You say, sensing his growing unease. “Unlike the other snobs up here, I don’t think you deserve the treatment you’ve gotten. It’s not right.” He simply watches you, taking in your form. He’d be lying if he said that you weren’t one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever laid eyes on. Your tantalizing figure drew him in and your soft, gentle features tugged at his heart. He hadn’t seen a woman like you in ... well, seventeen years.

“Where are you headed?” You ask although with the information you’ve gathered you’re sure you already know the answer.

“Engine room.” He says gruffly. You take in his words, contemplating what his intentions could mean for you and your family.

“Are you going to stop the train?” You ask out of genuine curiosity.

“No. I’m not going to stop the train. I just think it could do with some new management.” You nod, honestly agreeing with him. Wilford had been under power for far too long. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to put someone just and merciful in charge. Was the man standing in front of you the answer? You couldn’t tell yet, still wary of the stranger.

“I happen to agree with you.” You decided to say, showing him that you were truly no threat. “A man like Wilford only cares about himself. We need a leader that cares about everyone aboard this train.”

“Why should I believe a front sectioner?” He inquired.

“For the same reason that I’m not calling those guards in here. I have faith. Faith that you aren’t who they make you out to be. Maybe you should have faith that I’m not what I seem on the surface either.” The two of you stood locked like that in a world of uncertainty, trying to determine what you both thought of the other person. He didn’t have a weapon on him and even if he had he didn’t seem to want to hurt you. He just seemed like a man trying to do the right thing. Those are the kind of people this train desperately needed more of.

“Maybe you’re right. We could use more compassion in this world. At least there’s one person on this train that seems to have some.”

“Two people.” You add, gesturing to him. The uneasiness in your chest dissipates as you realize that he’s come to the same conclusion about you that you’ve come to about him. “You look tired. You’ve come a long way. Why don’t you sit down?” You say, moving back towards the corner to where your plush leather chair was positioned. Pushing it forward, you offer him the seat and after a moment of staring you down he moves to sit. A groan escapes him as he sinks down into the chair, unable to contain himself after what felt like days of constant walking. The pliable leather cradled him and his eyes lulled, nearly shutting against his will. “Is it comfortable?” You ask.

“Yes.” He replies softly. This makes you smile to yourself, happy to see him so at ease. “God, I haven’t been comfortable in seventeen years.” He adds, making your heart weep. After growing up in the front section you had come to take your luxuries for granted. Now, seeing him in such deep appreciation for something as simple as a soft chair, you were much more grateful for what you had.

“It’ll probably be a few days before the guards disperse. You’re welcome to stay until they’re gone.” The man remembers the situation he’s in, sitting up so that his arms are resting on his knees.

“Thanks. I’ll probably have to take you up on that offer.”

“Anything you need.” You tell him with a sweet smile. Much to your surprise the man smiles back. His teeth are beautifully white and his crooked grin makes your heart skip a beat or two.

“You’ve got a nice smile.” You can’t help but say.

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have reason to smile very often.” You nod, the grin disappearing from your face at his sad sentiment.

“What’s your name?” You ask, effectively changing the subject.

“Curtis.” He replied, nodding in your direction. “What’s yours?”

“Y/N.” You tell him. As you do he extends a hand to you. You lean down, taking it in yours as you shake it firmly.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Curtis.” His eyes leave yours briefly to look at the bottom bunk in front of him. He gestures to it.

“You have a roommate?”

“I, uh--” A sigh escapes your chest. “I did. My sister.”

“She’s not coming back anytime soon, is she?”

“No. She won’t be, uh ... She’s not ...” You take a breath to gather your thoughts. “She passed away. So, no. She’s not coming back.”

“Oh.” He adds, seeing your discomfort. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ve lost far more people in your lifetime than I have. It’s just, um, a fairly recent wound. That’s all.”

“Loss isn’t easy for anyone. No matter where they’re born or how much privilege they have. Grief is one of the only truly unifying human experiences.” He adds, extending a hand outwards to take hold of your own. The gentle gesture takes you by surprise and your immediate instinct is to back away from him. However, you don’t. You stand there and let this stranger hold your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on top of yours. Soon he lets go and you take a deep breath, not having realized that you were holding it in.

“Thanks.” Clearing your throat, you pace towards the door. “Hey, um ... are you hungry by any chance?” He laughs at this.

“I’m starving actually.”

“Why don’t I go get you some food? The dining car is just right down the hall. I’ll be there and back in no time.” He contemplates the risks for a moment before standing up and walking towards the beds.

“I’d really appreciate that.” You nod, watching as he begins hiding under the bed again. You figure it’s smart, just in case anyone gets the bright idea to go peeping in your room. As soon as he’s safely hidden you step into the hall, looking both directions warily. Guards are posted at both ends, vigilantly watching the car. Swallowing thickly, you begin walking down towards the dining compartment. The guards don’t so much as look at you as you pass them by. Your heart hammers with excitement as you enter the next car, unable to contain your giddiness at your highly illegal act. You were harboring a fugitive in your room. How could you have possibly known that was the kick you needed to bring a little bit of joy back into your life? Yet here you were, happier than you’d been in months.

There was a long countertop where food was served. Walking up to the closest end, you pulled a waiter over. “Hi. What’s on the menu?” You asked, resting your forearms against the wooden surface.

“Steak with potatoes and assorted vegetables.”

“I’ll take mine rare please.” You say with a smile. The man smiles back and quickly goes about making your food. Well, Curtis’ food. It’s not long before he’s done, handing you the warm plate. You thank him and head back down the hall towards your room. The guards still don’t look your way as you open up the door quickly and disappear inside the cabin. As soon as you set foot inside the room he can smell the food. He makes quick work of sliding out from under the bed, standing up and immediately eyeing the plate in your hands. “You struck me as a rare steak kind of guy.” You say with a grin. The man yanks the food from your hands, sitting down in the chair again as he digs in with his fingers. He begins shoveling the potatoes and vegetables into his mouth, groaning lowly as he enjoys every single bite. Soon enough the plate is clean and he hands it back to you.

“Thank you.” He says, remembering his manners.

“Of course.” You add as he yawns. It triggers a yawn in your chest as well and you glance out the window at the dark wasteland. “It’s late. I’m sure you’re exhausted. Should we get some sleep?”

“Sleep sounds amazing.” He admitted. Just as he was about to sit on the edge of your sister’s old bed, you stopped him.

“I’m sorry. It’s just ... no one has slept there since ... my sister. I’d rather if you slept in my bed with me. There’s plenty of room up there for both of us and I can promise it’s very comfortable.”

“No worries. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Just as he’s about to start climbing the ladder he stops, squirming in his clothes. He’d been wearing them for what felt like forever and he wanted one night’s sleep without being so restricted. He turned to look at you with a reproachful expression. “I’m sorry. Could I ... take off a few layers?” The request takes you off guard as you begin to imagine climbing in bed with this large, handsome man, only a few layers of blankets between you. Clearing your throat, you banish the thought.

“Of course. Whatever will make you comfortable.” He nods, peeling off his jacket and hiding it under the bed in case anyone should get in during the night. He kicks off his shoes before sliding them beneath the bed as well. Lastly, he pulls his shirt off over his head, showing his torso. He’s big, muscles rippling as he throws the shirt under the bed too. It’s impossible for you to look away as he begins climbing the ladder. His back muscles flex deliciously as he moves upwards before finally falling into the bed. You take a deep breath, changing quickly into your pajamas out of Curtis’ field of vision before following him up the ladder and into the bunk. When you get there his eyes are already closed. You get comfy beside him, pulling the blankets up over you as you watch him breathe slowly.

Once you’re sure he’s sleeping, you look at him intently. Soon you find your hand reaching to graze over his chest before gliding up to his jaw, touching him ever so gently. You just can’t help it with how vulnerable he looks. This gruff and guarded man who has probably never seen as much kindness as you’ve shown him, sleeping soundly as a baby. After a moment you take your hand away, tucking it beneath the blankets to stop you from touching him anymore. “Good night Curtis.” You whisper before turning over and closing your eyes.

If you hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly you might have seen Curtis open his eyes, turning over to let them trace across your sweet face. His entire life he’d been taught to believe that the front sectioners were the enemies of this story. Now here he was in bed with one. Not only was he in bed with one but he was restraining himself harder than he ever had from returning your gentle touch. Keeping himself at a distance so he wouldn’t let his lips press against your shoulder as his fingertips danced beneath the blanket. He had been so touch starved for so long that even the lightest touch from you was enough to make tears spring to his eyes. He wanted more. He wanted all of you but he knew that wasn’t practical. You were from two different worlds. However, the man could dream. And he did. As he fell asleep he was plagued with images of your naked form writhing beneath him. God. It was going to be a long couple of days.

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oh-my-damn · 2 years

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Realization

A/N: Sixth installment in my Curtis Everett-Verse

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Innocent!Female Reader

Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: You speak up when you shouldn't, and Curtis comes to a life altering realization.

Chapter warnings: Angst, threat of assault, violence, talk of pregnancy, fluff.

Word Count: 2000

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"At this altitude we need only... Seven minutes."

"This is so disappointing! Passengers! This is not a shoe. This, is disorder. This, is size ten chaos. This, see this? This is death. In this locomotive we call home, there is one thing that is between our warm hearts and the bitter cold. What do you think that is? Clothing? Shields? No. Order. Order, is the barrier, that holds back the frozen death. We must all of us, on this train of life, remain in our allotted station. We must each of us, occupy our preordained particular position."

You watch as the woman dressed in a furry coat places a shoe on top of Andrew's head. His arm has been lubed up and stuck out the hole of the train side, his skin freezing as you watch the pretentious woman giving her speech.

"This is such bullshit," you mumble under your breath, your blood boiling inside.

You know why Andrew is up there.

He's there because minutes earlier, they took away his son, and he decided to throw a shoe at the lady's head in response.

"I can't believe they're getting away with this, they shouldn't be. This isn't right, it's so fucking-"

"Angel, please be quiet."

Curtis' whispered words interrupt you, making you turn your head to look at him.

"Excuse me?"

Curtis turns to look at you, his gaze stern, "I said, be quiet. This is not the time."

You scoff loudly, glaring at him as you harshly whisper, "Oh, you don't think so? When is, then? When it's our son being taken away by those fur-coat wearing bitches? Or would that not affect you, either?"

Curtis sighs quietly, his gaze returning to watch the spectacle happening in front of you and the rest of the tail-end passengers.

"I hope you understand that if that was my son, it wouldn't have been a shoe. It would have been a knife. And we wouldn't have even been in this situation."

You scoff again, placing a protective hand over your stomach, "Well, if that's how you feel, I guess you still have a couple of months before you need to stay true to your word."

Curtis snaps his head to the side to look at you, his face stern but eyes wide, "Angel, what are you talking about?"

You glare at him angrily, your gaze drifting back to whats happening in front of you, "I'm talking about the fact that I haven't had a period in almost three months. So if that was our son, you know we would have both done anything we could to stop it."

"Our son?" Curtis murmurs, his eyes fixed on you, "What are you saying right now? Are you... Are you pregnant?"

"Might be," you shrug, your eyes locked on Andrew when his scream ripples through the train car, "Don't know for sure yet."

"Baby," Curtis breathes out, his eyes intensely on you, "Are you serious right now?"

You glance at him, another casual shrug, "Not entirely. But it's likely. Still waiting to get confirmation."

Your eyes are trained on Andrew, so you miss the way Curtis gawks at you, and the way his entire face changes. His eyes light up, a grin spreading on his face, "But you think you are?"

"Yeah, maybe. I'm not sure, gotta wait for our medical check-up."

"But there's a definite chance you are," Curtis interjects, "There's a definite chance you might be... pregnant... Yes?"

You nod absentmindedly, your words mumbled and indifferent, "Yes, there is. Isn't that what I've been saying this entire time?"

"Yes but baby, you-this.. You can't just spring this on me like that, I-"

"Curtis," you hiss, glaring at him, "Andrew is losing his arm right now. Is this really what you want to focus on? He's losing his arm because we didn't help him."

"Oh baby, you won't be helping anyone at all, after what you just told me."

You roll your eyes, turning your gaze back ahead of you as you whisper, "You're the boss of the tail, Everett. Not the boss of me."

"That's not true," Curtis whispers in response, leaning closer to you as he watches whats happening at the front, "You're mine. Did you forget that?"

You scoff loudly, a reaction triggered by the situation happening in front of you and by the words Curtis just chose to utter. You don't actually mean anything by it, you just want to show your distaste at the entire ordeal, but unfortunately, it catches the attention of one of the guards standing next to Andrew.

The young guard spots you after a short moment, his eyes narrowing when he says, "You! Stand up!"

You glance towards Curtis quickly before you comply, rising to your feet in the middle of the crouched down passengers surrounding you.

"You got a problem?" The guard spits, while another one keeps track of the time. The fur-coated woman turns her eyes on you, glaring in reaction to the guards tone.

You square your shoulders, the defiance deeply rooted inside you bubbling up as you suddenly blurt out, "As a matter of fact, I do. Thank you for asking. What you're doing is despicable, and you should all be ashamed of yourselves."

The guards' brows raise for a moment, but within a second, he lurches toward you, his staff in hand.

You don't even have time to react before he strikes you, hitting your cheek with the thick metal throng, making you fall to the floor in a loud thump.

Your cluttered mind doesn't fully register it when it happens, but it catches on when it spots Curtis, now standing, his fist meeting the jaw of the guard that just struck you.

And you most definitely recognize his voice when it yells, "Don't you fucking dare touch her!"

Chaos ensures around you; people rising from their seated positions, blows landing, screams filling the air.

You inhale deeply, your heart pounding in your chest once you realize what's happening. You barely even have time to try to get on your feet before your arm is grabbed, roughly pulling you up from the ground.

You're pulled through the mass of people, ending up at the front right next to Andrew, panic rising inside when you feel a gun suddenly pressed against your temple.

"ORDER!" The voice of the fur-clad woman yells sternly, "ORDER OR SHE DIES!"

Your eyes fan over the crowd quickly, panic still bubbling inside you, until they finally meet a pair of familiar blue ones. Curtis takes a step forward, but is immediately stopped when another guard holds him back.

"I SAID ORDER!" The coat-clad lady yells again, "We weren't planning on taking a life today, but we easily could!"

Your wide eyes hold Curtis', his face filled with dread as he watches you.

"Mr. Everett," the lady says, stepping toward Curtis, "Is this what you want? To lose one of your own? Or will you get them in line?"

Curtis' wide eyes dart to yours again, tears streaming down your cheeks as the guards strong fingers dig into your arm.

"I will get them in line," Curtis replies through gritted teeth, eyes never wavering from yours.

"Good," the woman practically hums, glancing back at you, "I would hate to kill such a pretty face."

Her eyes trail over your form for a moment before she continues, "But then again, perhaps she'd do well in the night car."

She turns to look at the guards stationed around her, "What do you think?"

You watch on in dread as the guards standing at the front of the tail all nod, one of them smirking at you, filling your insides with more horror than you've ever felt your entire time on the train.

Curtis' jaw tenses even more, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "I said I would get them in line. Let her go."

"She seems awfully important," the lady muses, watching his reaction, "Why is that?"

Curtis hesitates for a moment, but once his eyes are back on yours, his features soften, making him quietly reply, "She's mine. Let her go."

The lady chuckles mockingly, the guard holding you back tightening his hold, and right as you're about to lose all hope, you hear the sound of a wooden leg clinking on the metal floor of the train car.

"Minister Mason, please tell Mr. Wilford I would like a word."

"Gillian!" the lady chimes, almost excitedly, "Good to see you. Mr. Wilford has no reason to visit here, but you can talk to me."

"Leave the girl," Gillian replies sternly, "She is of no use to you."

"Oh, I don't think that's true," the lady replies, eyeing you quickly, "She looks quite presentable. They could get good use of her in the night car."

"The girl is pregnant," Gillian immediately responds, "And if there's one thing I know, it's that Wilford does not like risking the lives of babes. Let her go and leave her be. Or you will live to regret it."

"Oh, Gillian," the lady snickers, shaking her head, "Wilford is not concerned about babes being born in the tail end. The only children that matter to him are the ones born in the front."

"They will matter," Gillian responds immediately, "When their father is the future leader of the tail. Let her go, or you will have another uprising on your hands."

The lady eyes you for a moment, but you're still in the iron-tight hold of the guard, before she turns back to look at Curtis, "Oh, Mr. Everett. You got yourself in a precarious situation, didn't you?"

Curtis inhales deeply, his jaw staying tense as he replies, "Yes, unfortunately. I didn't plan on it, and yet here we are."

Your brows furrow for a moment in response to his words, a different kind of dread filling your veins.

What does that mean? Does he not want you to have his baby?

"We can have that taken care of, you know," the lady muses with a smile on her face, "Up at the front. We can take it off your hands."

Curtis' reply comes so quickly, it almost gives you whiplash, "No! No. That's not necessary. We can take care of it here."

The lady turns back to Gillian, "You need to get your people in line, Mr. Gillian. Wilford does not take kindly to situations like this."

"I will," Gillian responds, "Hand the girl back and I swear to you, you will hear nothing more of this."

Once you're back in your bunk, Curtis is practically coddling you. Almost suffocating you in blankets people came to deliver, tucking you in so tightly you have a hard time breathing.

"Curtis," you croak out when he places another blanket on top of the pile already smothering you, "Please stop."

"No," he murmurs, tucking in the sides, "I need to make sure you don't get cold."

He keeps fidgeting with the blanket, and it's annoying you at this point, making you exclaim, "Curtis! Enough!"

He looks up at you, brows raised in surprise at your tone, making you instantly soften it, "Baby, it's enough. I'm sweating under here. Just go see Gillian. Please?"

Curtis frowns, his fingers running over the sides of your blanket covered body, "I don't have time, I need to make sure-"

"You need to make sure they don't do this again," you reply sternly, watching his face. "Baby, make sure they won't be doing this by the time this baby comes. Stop fuzzing over me, save these people. Save our child."

He blinks, his features pulling into a sad frown as he whispers, "What if I can't do that? What if it doesn't work?"

You cup his face in your hands, your words a quiet whisper, "Do whatever it takes, as long as it doesn't mean you won't make it back to me. If there's ever a chance of that, you stop. Okay? You come right back here and you stop. But as long as you know there's still a chance.. Go save our people. They deserve to be saved by someone like you."

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babyjakes · 2 years

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | afraid of the dark

pairing | boyfriend!curtis everett x reader

warnings | curtis and reader are dating but idk if they'd call each other boyfriend/girlfriend?, no real context as to how curtis and reader got off the train/found a place to live, reader is younger than curtis (she can't remember life before the train), SOFT!SOFT!SOFT!curtis i love him i adore him he is everything to me :'-))), me not really remembering snowpiercer that well lmao :^)

word count | 705

an | wow! i was struggling to find where to fit curtis into the list of prompts but tbh i think this worked out really well! i kind of love this little piece, it felt like i got to be artistic with it and i love that, i love writing stuff that blurs the lines between traditional storytelling and loose poetry <333 hope you guys enjoy!

As hard as you tried, you could never get used to it.

After living what felt like your whole life trapped in a noisy train car, adorned with dim but durable box lights chained to the ceiling that ran twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, one might think that finally having the peace of silence and darkness would be a luxury. But as you lay in your shared queen-sized bed, blinking up at the pitch-black ceiling, nothing within you felt at ease.

Tossing and turning amongst the tangled sheets, you tried over and over to close your eyes, tried your very best to turn off your racing mind and embrace the void before you, but as the minutes dragged on you could only feel yourself growing more and more restless. Tears prickled at your eyes as you turned again, this time to face back towards the other warm body settled in under the covers beside you. When his voice broke the silence to murmur your name, your heart nearly leapt right out of your chest. "Y/n."

Breath catching in your throat, you froze for a moment, cool droplets making their way sideways down your cheek. "C-Curtis, I-"

"Baby. Come here." His voice was low, steady. And as all your anxious thoughts swirled violently inside of you, you couldn't help but be drawn to that sense of stability, that rock.

Shuffling over, you let out a small sigh of relief as your body melted into his. He turned you gently to have your back pressed up against his front, wrapping his strong arms around you as you settled into his embrace. You could smell the faint remains of the expired drugstore soap the two of you had found on him, the almost familiar scent surprisingly comforting in a world that all felt so desolate and foreign. It almost smelled like something your father would have used, almost smelled like something from home.

"Pretty girl," Curtis breathed into your hair as he ran gentle fingers over your side, "what's on your mind?"

Tucking a little further into him, you admitted aloud what felt so peculiar, so counterintuitive. "The quiet, th-the dark, Curtis. I can't stand it. It feels..."

"Like you're lost. Completely lost, alone," he finished your sentence for you.

Letting out another breath, something deep inside of you was put to rest. He understood; he could put it into words better than yourself. "Lost, alone," you confirmed. "I hate it."

"Mhmm," he hummed knowingly, hand trailing up to brush back your hair from your face. "But I'm right here, sweetheart," he reminded you, tightening his hold around you so that as much as he could, he was encompassing you. Surrounding you, keeping you safe in every way you might need it. "We'll figure out something for light. Tomorrow, that's the first thing we'll do," he promised, the slow motion of his hand over your hair gradually easing all tightness in your muscles.

"But the quiet..."

"Let me sing to you," he offered, and for some reason, the suggestion only brought tears back into the corners of your eyes. "I'm no good, but at least it'll be something. And someday, I'm gonna find a way to give you real music. Like those discs and records you always heard about back on the train." Nodding, you knew what he was talking about: some of the tailenders you had known were old enough to remember life before the end of the world, where apparently entire orchestras and symphonies could all be listened to from tiny machines that ran on electricity. The only music you could remember yourself was singing, and the rare occasion that the higher-ups would audition folks on instruments to go play for the more fortunate cars.

"A music box," Curtis's voice broke your train of thought as you both grew closer and closer to a warm, deep slumber. "I'll make one for you- I'll figure out how. Any song you want, y/n. Any song you can remember. You'll never have to sleep in silence again." And as you finally drifted off to sleep, you found comfort in one fact that you could be certain of: Curtis was a man of his word.

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shamrockqueen · 1 year

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Grizzly chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Pairing : Alpha Jake Jensen × Omega Reader / Alpha

Andy Barber × Omega Reader / Alpha Curtis Everett

× Omega Reader: ABO Pairings

Warnings : violence, blood, aggression.

Word count : 1626

A03 Link

Summary : Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon the home of not one, not two, but three alpha brothers. Each day will be more dangerous than the last.

(I had to repost this chapter since the link seemed to be dead and I couldn’t fix it worth a damn)

Andy parks behind the truck but doesn’t step out just yet. Something was off, and he grabs his brother's arm before he takes his seatbelt off. Curtis was on the other side of the vehicle, but his appearance seemed almost manic.

It’s still lightly snowing out, but Curtis isn’t wearing any of his cold weather clothes; he’s not even wearing a shirt, and on closer inspection neither was he wearing shoes. He was out in the snow in nothing but fucking jeans.

“What the hell is he doing?” Jake leans closer to Andy’s window to get a better look as Curtis hops back into the truck.

Andy puts the car in park and undoes his seatbelt “stay here.” He insisted, but Jake didn't listen and he was out of the car as fast as his brother was. “I said stay in the c..”

“Fat chance.” Jake wasn’t going to just sit in the car when his brothers were in trouble.

Andy rounds the truck to where Curtis was digging around in it. He approaches slowly as he calls out his name. Something smelled very off about him, and another thick scent was tying a knot into both his and Jake’s stomach.

As the two had gotten closer Curtis was finally alerted to their presence. Their alpha stink was sizzling off their skin in discomfort. These were alphas in HIS territory, threatening the safety of HIS omega.

Every muscle in his body reacted at once as he pushed off the open door and leapt from the truck. His bare feet slapped the icy gravel as he bounded towards his older brother.

Andy couldn’t recall a time he, or Curtis had ever gotten into a fight, let alone a serious argument. Never in his life would he expect Curtis to lunge at him the way he did.

He grappled at the exposed shirt collar from under Andy’s coat, using it as leverage to jerk him forward and throw him towards the ground. Andy thrusts his palms out in front of him to catch his fall. His right hand hits the ice, but his body twists and his ribcage is the next to hit the ground. The air is forced out of his lungs as he hits a still sturdy ice patch. Now he can only struggle to his feet as he catches his breath.

Jake had rounded the other side of the truck and leapt onto Curtis’ back in the hopes of subduing him. The middle brother was bigger and stronger than his younger counterpart. Jake held on for a while as he grappled with the shirtless alpha, but brute strength eventually won out. Curtis throws Jake from his back to slap against the melting ice. This gave Andy a little bit of time to pull himself up but instead of chasing after his more manic brother he ran to the aid of his youngest sibling still on the ground.

Curtis is all alpha protecting his omega. While the other men help one another, he is bolting back into the cabin to barricade the door. Any common sense over his familial ties to the two alphas fails to reach his brain as he locks them outside. He only knows to keep them away from his mate during her heat.

When the front door seemed impenetrable, he ran to the couch to take you up into his arms. You're still so tired as you hang from his hands like a loose curtain, as he carries you to the main bedroom.

When both men are to their feet they scramble for the door, but it’s held tight. Andy lunges for a tacky lawn gnome near the main door and in his haste he smashes it against the log walls of the cabin. As ugly as the little ceramic man was, he held a hidden treasure. From the shards of pottery fell a little silver key.

Jake tries to calm his brother down as he scrambles for the key to pry the door open. He wrestled to jam the key into the lock, shaking the wood. His skin was reddening at the edges of his collar shirt and Jake was growing more and more worried over what this situation was doing to all of them.

Andy’s arms softened as he pressed the key into the lock. The metal clicks as the key turns with ease, but as Andy presses his hand to the door, it doesn’t budge.

Jake grabs Andy's wrist as he almost throws his shoulder at the unmovable door.

“What are you doing!” Jake shouts. “What the hell do you mean, he’s got the whole thing blocked.” Andy seemed to be more and more in his cool with each push on the wood. Jake had to pull him back by the jacket as it started to creak under the pressure.

“Something is clearly wrong here. We don’t know what he’s gonna do if we just bust the door down.”

Andy takes this moment to breathe in the cool morning air, not having realized he’d been holding his breath from the start.

At least one of the boys still had their wits about them. Instead of trying to break through, Jake rounds the corner in search of another way inside, and Andy follows. He spots a window with nothing blocking it. It was just low enough that he could pull himself through.

He grabs a small folded knife from his pocket and clicks it open.

He pushes the blade into the tiny gap where the pane meets the wood. There were old windows with no screens and ably God knew if anyone remembered to lock them. With luck as Jake presses on the handle of the blade, the window pops up enough for him to squeeze his fingers under it and push the damn thing up.

Instead of crawling in first, he squats down and cups his hands to boost Andy through.”c’mon you first.”

Andy does as directed and hikes himself up to shimmy through the window. Once through he offers his hand to his brother to pull him in.

There was the noise of Curtis all throughout the cabin, and this room is no exception. They are in a child’s room containing the three beds they all once occupied when they would vacation near the lake.

It looked like it had been dusted, but it had a stuffy smell that almost covered the scent of what lay farther past the closed door. It was surreal, being in their old bedroom, but neither could stop to reminisce as they heard boots thumping past the door.

The smell that permeated throughout the house was muted from the kids bedroom, but it became stronger the closer they got to the door leading back out to the hall. It makes their skin start to crawl underneath their coats.

“Christ, it’s all over the house.” Jake was nearly doubling over as he whispered to his brother.

Andy shushed him as he pushed the door open. Jake pulls his shirt over his nose to escape the smell while following close behind. Andy stood sturdy against the incoming wave of fresh omega heat, but below the surface it still pricked his skin and invaded his head.

What neither brother knew was that Curtis could smell the intruders through the thick fog of mixed scents. He bolted for the bedroom door and took Andy out by the legs.

His rut was in full swing as raw aggression flooded his veins. Two alphas have invaded the territory Curtis has made and he’s on red alert.

As the men fight you’re left alone as your body begins twitching from the horrid mix of angry scents.

Jake had been knocked over in the brawl and had to pull himself up from the floor to get ahold of Curtis to yank him off of Andy. Jake catches him by the foot and drags him out into the hall.

Andy pulls himself together before aiding his brother. He lips his arms around the back of Curtis and lifts him off the ground to successfully drag him out into the cold morning air.

Each brother takes their fair share of right, hooks the entire drag towards the car. The crummy Toyota shakes under the pressure of three men battling in the doorway of its passenger seat.

“GRAB HIS ARM!” Andy Shouted to the younger brother as he looped his arm under Curtis’.

Jake did the same so they could lift their brother up and toss him into the back of the car.

He’s still kicking and squirming against Jake as Andy clicks the child safety lock on before pulling his brother off and shouting for him to get to the other door.

Curtis’ focus was blurred by tunnel vision, and as his youngest brother rounded the car and tried to locate the child's locks, instead of trying to crawl out the other side, he kicked his bare feet against the closed window. Unlike Andy, Jake had to fumble with the door to find the little mechanism to keep Curtis barricaded.

Andy became quickly impatient and ran over to lock it himself. Curtis can see him sprinting around the car and sees he can lunge out the open doorway. Jake catches him and is nearly knocked back as Andy clicks the child lock.

Andy drags Jake away and slams the door in Curtis’ face, smashing his head against the window.

For a moment everything was horribly quiet. Curtis had stopped fighting against the door, and both brothers stared at the window.

The air is thin as both struggle to breathe, choked by the image of a little spatter of red in the center of the cracked web of glass of the car window.

Chapter 4

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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About The Lonely Hearts Club...

I'm thinking that this mini-series that lives within my current Growing Pains Series will run at least three, but no more than four, total installments. I am currently working on part two as we speak. I shared the teaser yesterday, so feel free to let me know what you think.

As most of you know, I don't have any kind of set posting schedule. I just try to write and hope for the best. But I will still most likely be publishing smaller, less intensive fics and drabbles for both GP and The Trio while I work on TLHC as well.

So please stay tuned. And thank you for all of your support with this mini-series. Writing about Andy and Reader's little break-up continues to be such a fun challenge. And I can tell you right now, Andrew Barber's grumpy ass is positively miserable without his Baby Girl.

Hopefully this will serve as a lesson to not act like such a butthead in the future. Guess we'll have to see.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 years

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Curtis and Honey ❤️‍🔥 I love them!

Because I am in a salty mood…..a little bit of angst between then?

Oh oh, whats got you salty babes?

Short Drabble... Idk how angsty this is. More like ridiculous.

Imagine Honey is just about to start her period. Idk if you know that feeling but EVERYTHING is just irritating her.

Including Curtis at the end of the couch, reading his latest book and you see him out of the corner of your eye. He dog ears the book.

Now you usually wouldnt care, its his book and he never treated any of yours like that, always using the bookmark you tucked into all your books.

But today it made you wany to grind your teeth and huff in annoyance. You flipped your page rather harshly and Curtis lifted his gaze over his to see you speed reading, aggitatedly pushing your glasses up.

He tugged off his own to see you better, setting them aside on the desk. "What's wrong?"

Whats wrong? You were pissy for no reason and you snipped out. "Nothing." Curtis stretched, slipping his book closed with the page tip folded and you spit it out, unable to be rational. "Why do you bend the pages?"

"What?" He looked bewildered at your question and shrugged. "Dunno, I like it. I like seeing how many times ive read through it and where I stopped."

"Only heathens do that." You just couldnt stop and from the corner of your eyes you saw his gaze darken a bit but a bit of a smirk played there too. He wasnt gonna bite yet but you were close to pushing him if you didnt lighten your tone.

"Good thing I got all those heathen tattoos then Honey, so you knew what kind of man you were dating."

"Well I'm just saying-"

"Stop right there. You're picking a fight for no reason and I'm not biting." He plucked up his book and glasses all while levelling you the look of his that would make most people afraid. Noy you though, no it had the opposite effect. "I'm gonna do it to my library. I will highlight my books up too because I like to. I would never do that to yours, okay?"

Your mouth snapped shut and gave a nod. That deep demanding tone ending the conversation made heat tingle and your lower belly cramp with desire. It was like a switch turned you from irritated to horny and you felt all that over the top irritation go away at the drop of his gaze. You could do it... You knew you could, he was ready to snap and now, oh how you wanted it. It was hot tingles through your body, daring you.

You levelled him a look back, knowing how your reader glasses could get him riled up in a second if used just right. His pupils blew with interest as you looked at him just over the rims. "If you were my student, I would punish you."

That did it, Curtis was up out of his seat, tossing you over his shoulder like some feral man with a heavy palm coming across your ass in a way that made you yelp excitedly while he went up the stairs towards the bedroom. "I'm gonna ruin you Honey, you brat."

When he dropped you on the bed, you flung your glasses on the nightstand and paused him as he started to loom over you with a palm to his chest. "Wait, I gotta put my bookmark in its place." You waggled the book still in your hand, once you slipped it in, Curtis grabbed it and tossed it over his shoulder while caging you underneath him, bristled kisses making you tug at his shirt, impatient now. "Hey!"

"You gonna keep being a brat?" His mouth lifted away from yours, waiting.

"You gonna keep mistreating your books?" You challenged back.

#amber answers #yeah i suck at angst tonight #sorry nonnie #i tried #curtis and honey #life is short so make it sweet #curtis everett x reader

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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A Permanent Claim: Part 1

Your knee bounced to the tune of the song playing through the speakers of your Uber driver’s vehicle, your lips moving to the lyric you recognized.

It might have seemed as if you were paying attention to the ride or the direction of the driver as he took you to the house of your potential job.

The interview with someone he trusted, this Curtis Everett guy, and wouldn’t be with the man himself, a fact which had made you more anxious and unsettled about the interview processes that would make or break the job.

You had prepared yourself as best as you possibly could with background checks and re-certifying yourself in first aid and CPR, and you had sent your references and all your university coursework to the nanny agency that had set this up. You had presented everything you needed, you had gone through two interviews already and this, possibly, would be the last.

Your friend’s reassurance that this was a goo-paying, well-paying job, hadn’t made it any easier to potentially land. You had almost thought there were more hoops for you to jump through, even if it was slapped with a label of being a high-turnaround job. The job paid well, the kids were rather sweet and cute and yet they couldn’t keep a nanny.

Maybe you should have asked yourself why they couldn’t keep anyone down instead of being so eager to dive in.

However, the reality was quickly set upon you with the reminder that bills needed to be paid, rent was due and you had student loans that you wanted to get off your shoulders. There was more to be done than not and that required a steady income.

“We’re here, I can’t get passed the gate.” The driver informed you when he came to a stop outside of an iron-wrought barricade that kept you from accessing the rest of the property.

The tall barricade and fence were simple yet effective, the steel bars trapped between stone or concrete headers and footer had given somewhat of a glance at the house, or mansion rather, that lay beyond.

The gate itself would have opened both doors if you were given clearance but as it stood neither you nor the driver was given access now. To make it to the house, you could have had to hike it up the curved driveway to the front of the house and that was if they would even let you beyond the gate in the first place.

“I can take you somewhere else or you can get out but we’re not sitting here.” The driver had snarked, looking at you through the rearview mirror with a scowl on his face and his eyebrows furrowed.

You weren’t given much of a choice with the Uber driver, you could have tried calling the number given to you but the driver wouldn’t let you stay in the vehicle. You would have to get out of the vehicle and speak to the security speaker or at the very least get out and call the number.

“I’m getting out.” You unbuckled and tossed it to the side, scrambling to grab your purse and phone before you fumbled with the door.

You stepped out of the Uber and nudged the door shut with your hip, the latch catching and the driver starting to roll away from the gate. You threw your bag over your shoulder and walked toward the security box before the entrance of the gate, briefly listening to the driver abandoning you before you pressed your thumb into the call button.

You waited for someone to either let you in or deny you completely, the crackle of the system reminding you of the white noise machines your college roommate had used night after night until she moved in with her boyfriend. She swore she couldn’t sleep without the crackling background noise, even though you were vexed by the sound and didn’t find any comfort from the sound.

Despite your asking if she could wear headphones when she used the machine because it was preventing her from sleeping well, your college roommate refused and made the rebuttal that you could wear headphones instead.

“I’m here to interview for the nanny position.” Your voice and lips had moved without your knowledge, and you hadn’t been aware that anyone was even had spoken to you until you heard your reply.

“Y/N L/N?” The voice through the speaker had huffed, irritated by the intrusion or maybe it was you being here ringing the buzzer that annoyed them.

Regardless, the gate had begun opening after their snort of derision and you were given access to the grounds.

The mansion stood out against the dark asphalt driveway that extended from the road to the edge of the steps. The light-coloured brick and mortar seemed altogether unassuming and ordinary yet beautifully designed in conjecture with the double french doors that were shut tight.

Even as far away as you were, you could make out the design of the detailed glass set into the dark wood of the double doors. The overhanging arch that protected the door from less-than-ideal weather if it had inflicted itself upon the earth was made of light sandy and taupe-coloured bricks set into place with matching grout.

There was a set of matching arched cutouts above the welcoming arch that served no purpose but decoration, embedded with sconces and security cameras aimed at the front door.

The door opened before you even had an opportunity to ring the doorbell or use the brass knocker, the woman that had come peeling out of the house had knocked into you with brute force. You harrumphed and braced yourself against the wall as she passed you with a reddened face and spittle gathering at the corner of her lips.

“Those demons-“

“Y/N L/N.” another woman stepped into your view, looking you up and down with a passive smirk on her face.

You didn’t know what drew your attention first, whether it was the septum piercing she had that glittered in the light or whether it was the full sleeve of tattoos covering her right arm.

“You’re…” You stuttered and looked over your shoulder toward the older woman who couldn’t have gotten out of the house fast enough. “Is she okay?”

“Come inside.” The woman with long plaited black hair had stepped aside to let you pass into the house and as you passed you took notice of the largest tattoo on her right shoulder, the image of a goddess that wasn’t at all familiar to you.

“You have tattoos?” She wasn’t bothered at all by you staring at her, neither was she put off by your wide-eyed gaze when she closed the door with her foot, bringing attention to the piercing in her hips and belly button.

“No.” you squeaked, intimidated by the woman who looked as tough as nails and unapologetically in touch with herself. “I don’t…I’ve never-“

“Curtis trusts me to find the little hellions a good nanny.” She tilted her head to the side, an indication to follow her into the kitchen, neither waiting nor checking to see if you trailed after her.

“Twins, right?” You scurried after the woman as she crossed into the kitchen and immediately reached for a glass of water before pushing another toward you.

The kitchen, like the exterior of the mansion, was beautiful and aesthetically pleasing though it seemed as if it was relatively untouched.

There was a massive island in the middle of the kitchen with sleek marble countertops that were heralded by deepest cupboards and a breakfast bar on the far side. There was a dangling chandelier that hung above the middle of the island, accompanied by pot lights set into the indented ceiling although few were on.

“Theo and James are five turning six.” She had spoken, yet to give you her name, and looked you over once more before she rest her hip against the counter and lift the glass to her dark-stained lips. “Do you drink?”

“Not often.” You answered her directly, tapering off at the end of your speech while trying to be subtle about taking in every detail of the kitchen. “I’ve never been drunk before, I don’t know what it’s like to have a hangover.”

“You do drugs?”

“Do you?” You asked in retaliation without thinking, drawing a laugh from the woman whose name you still hadn’t known. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“Curtis is protective of who comes around his kids. There have been more nannies coming and gone because of who they pretend to be or how they treat their kids. His kids are his whole world-“

“I’m not looking to make their mom mad, or try and infringe-“

“Curtis isn’t married, he brings women home but he keeps that away from his boys. He won’t let his boys see any of the everyday shit that could be harmful to their psyche.” She had continued to size you up, a smirk tugging on her lips until she rolled her shoulder back and exposed a waterlily tattoo on the side of her neck.

“I’m sorry,” you furrowed your eyebrows and pursed your lips, remunerating on what your friend had told you earlier about Curtis Everett being frightening without her ever giving up his profession, “but what does Curtis do?”

There was a moment of silence that fell between the two of you, the silence that lingered as she drank from her glass of water before eventually setting it back against the marble. The clink of the bottom rim against the smooth countertop had nearly been overshadowed by the sound of boyish laughter and thundering footsteps coming straight toward the kitchen.

The twins you might be in charge of had come bustling into the kitchen heading straight toward the woman you had been talking to. They hadn’t faltered in running up to her and slamming themselves against her legs, hugging her tightly while talking at the same time. She had somehow embraced them both while lifting them onto the kitchen island, neither one paying attention to you until she had whispered to them.

The twins themselves seemed to exude trouble from their matching green eyes that sparked with mischief and secrets. Their dark brown hair had been cropped short in a Caesar cut, the two nearly identical cuts making it almost impossible to tell one from the other and yet one had a slightly more pronounced jaw than the next.

“My name’s Theo,” the seemingly bolder of the twins had lurched forward to stare deep into your eyes, sprawled across the marble surface, “how old are you?”

“Have you ever eaten a spider? A live spider?” The other twin crawled across the surface of the island toward you, his fingers spread and squeaking upon the surface. “Are you allerganic to fun?”

“Allergic,” you corrected, glancing between the two boys as they rapidly fired off questions to you, one after the other, “I’m allergic to crustaceans-“

“What are crust-ashes-“ the quieter twin had piped up, kicking his feet twice.

“Shellfish,” you looked from James to Theo and back again, unable to keep your eyes on one and not the other, “lobster and crab, oysters…”

“I don’t like lobster. I like chicken.” Theo huffed and flopped onto his back, holding his arms and legs into the air stiffly. “I wish I was a turtle-“

“Pari.” She held her hand out to you to shake, delicate and light tracings of ink on her left hand and forearm drawing your attention, even momentarily. “It’s what my boyfriend calls me.”

“Pari.” You repeated the name she had given you, shaking her hand while the twins continued to rattle off questions one after the other. “Y/N-“

“Curtis trusts me to make a good decision. You seem well rounded and you’re not a psycho, the twins like you-“

“You like me?”

“Do you have cooties?” Theo bound to his feet in a single moment, standing on his tippy toes in the middle of the island.

“I took my cootie shot and islands aren’t for standing on.” Your gentle scold had been met with a bout of energy from Theo, and a startling scream as he jumped off the island and goaded James to follow him.

“I’ll show you around tonight, give you the schedule and all the codes.” Pari had motioned for you to follow her out of the kitchen, across the entranceway into a study. “Tomorrow you’ll meet Curtis.”

“What does Curtis do?” You asked again after not getting a direct answer the first time.

“I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.” She opened the door for you to step into the study, a contract sitting in the middle of the desk with a sleek silver pen on the paper. “His reputation is usually well known.”

“Oh, but I don’t…” You sat down before the desk while she sat on the other side, another smirk toying at her lips.

“He runs a motorcycle club and has half the county’s richest men in his pocket,” her smirk widened at your silence, “I’m surprised you didn’t know.”

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 2 years

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This is my first ever Curtis fic. PLEASE BE NICE!

Mob Boss Curtis Everett x Reader

Warnings: Cheating and cursing.

You sat in the living room, with your legs started shaking and your heart beating so hard. Anger spread through your veins, and tears fell down your delicate face.

In front of you, were photos that was sent to you, from an unidentified sender. The photos made you angry. His lips on the girl, hands around her ass, an other things that made you scream.

You should have seen this coming, he's a crime boss, in fact the bosses of all the families. He kept telling you that he wouldn't hurt you and vow to never cheat. And yet, here you are. He's a lying piece of scumb bag, just like your father. You never understood why your mother chose to stay with the fucker.

The door opened and closed. You heard his shoes echoing through out the large mansion and you sat up. You heard him take his jacket off and he entered the living room, where you were.

His smile quickly faded, as he saw the look on your face. You stared at him, waiting for him to answer to you. But of course he gave you a look of concern.

Your not stupid.

"Want to tell me something?" You asked, crossing your arms against your chest.

He walked towards you and he tried to touch you, but you backed away.

"Honey, you need to tell me what's wrong?" He told you. You turned around grabbed one of the photos and slammed it against his chest. You watched his take the picture and he froze.

"Who is she?" You asked. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"CURTIS EVERETT, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE!" You yelled, turning and headed for the mini bar. You then poured yourself a glass of vodka. You chugged the vodka down, felt the burn down your throat.

"Honey, I'm sorry." Curtis said, taking a stand behind you. You felt him place his hands onto his shoulders and you turned around.

"You slept with her didn't you?" You asked, knowing what the answer was.

Curtis just stood there, with his eyes avoiding you.

Boom

Something in you exploded and you threw the glass across the room and letting it shatter against the wall. Leaving Curtis in utter shock.

"She works at the club-"

"You promised me Curtis! Why-just-WHY!" You yelled. Curtis whipped his faced and sighed.

"I didn't mean- I- I just don't know how. She came into my office, and she just went for it. I tried to push her away, but it just happened." He mumbled.

Again, your not stupid and you know he's only telling half the truth.

"I know there is more. How many times did you fuck her?" You asked, glaring at him. Curtis broke and went on his knees and hugged your legs.

Oh he fucked up.

"The photos, you took her to dinner! When I'm at home waiting for your ass to get here? And you canceled a trip, so you can fuck her brains out at a fucking hotel?!" You said, as you tried to kick him off of you, but he held on to you.

"Curtis your know what's going to happen." You said. Curtis looked directly at you.

"No-" Curtis started, as he got up from the ground.

"No, its a mistake and I love you. I want you, and I want to fix this."

"A promise is a fucking promise Curtis. You broke the ultimate rule." You said, as you walked passed him and headed towards the stairs. He ran after you, grabbing you, and nailed you against the wall, next to the stairs.

"Yes I did break our promise. But I need you, I don't know how, but I can't have you leave me." Curtis said.

You glares at him once more and you slapped him hard on his face. The pushing him off you ran for the stairs and to the bedroom. You slammed the door shut and locked it. You grabbed what you could and went out the door. The moment you went out, you heard Curtis throwing glass and screaming.

The moment you went down and headed towards the garage, Curtis's footsteps were hot on his heels. The garage opened and you went into your car. Curtis tried to open the door, but you put it on lock.

As you backed out, he still tried his best to stop you, but you didn't stop and continued. As you drove off, he chased you up to the gate and he stopped.

It hurt, as you drove off. But he cheated and broke the ultimate rule.

#curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x female reader #chris evans character fanfiction #curtis everett angst #curtis everett au

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imyourbratzdoll · 10 months

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I can't stop thinking about lumberjack Ari/Curtis that built a huge library for his wife reader 🥹

She always complain that she has too many books but no space for them, so he turns one of their spare room into a library for her, he also put a little fireplace and this room has a big window that overlooks his workplace, it has a space to sit too so she can watch his husband at work while she read

He put a couch with some cozy and soft pillows and some blankets, and when they'll have kids, she'll pit a rocking chair too, so she can read to their baby 🥹 but in the meantime she reads for him in the evening before they go to bed

-🌻

hello baby! I'm so so sorry for taking so long to get to this request! but I do hope you like what I have written.

summary - your husband built you a library, and it's a dream come true for you.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Curtis clears his throat, gaining your attention from the book in your hands. You look up at him with a soft smile, “Can you follow me, honey? I have something to show you.” His hands are behind his back as he gestures with his head. You nod and place a bookmark in your book before gently placing it down and standing from your seat. You walk toward him and interlock his hands with your own, following as he leads you through the house to the empty room that you haven’t decided what to do with it yet.

You look at him, confused, but he replies by opening the door, and a gasp falls from your lips. “Curtis?” You walk into the room and look around, shocked. He built you your very own library, which you drew up on a piece of paper once. You turn toward him with tears in your eyes, “You built me a library?”

He nods, holding his breath, hoping your reaction is good. “You are always talking about how you don’t have any more room for your books, and I thought this would be a good place to keep them, and for the future when we have kids….” You grin widely, walking over to him and wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

“I love it, Curtis. Thank you, this means a lot.” You lean up on your tippy toes and press your lips against his. You let go of him and walk over to the shelf, picking one of his favourite books and sitting on the comfy chair, patting the spot next to you. “Why don’t we practice for when we have kids?”

thank you for reading!

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Darkness and Light (3) - Total Eclipse

Summary: A tail-ender and a front-ender try to change everyone’s fate.

Pairing: Curtis Everett x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, scared reader, mentions of cannibalism (canon-compliant), a tiny hint of fluff

A/N: I will not describe all elements/scenes of the movie. This means you must have seen the movie to understand the scenes. The series is not canon compliant.

Darkness and Light masterlist

<< Part 2

Please head the warnings for this part. I mention cannibalism (nothing graphic).

Text Divider by @firefly-graphics

“You need to push this button and turn this lever left or right. If you want the water hot, turn it to the left,” you explain the showers on the train to Curtis. I got fresh clothes for you. Jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. It’s from Parker, I think,” you sniffle. “They kept him locked away here, I guess.”

“Parker, the guy you mentioned,” Curtis looks at the sponge and toothbrush in your hands. “He was a good friend of yours?”

“He was more than a friend,” shyly glancing at Curtis you bite your lower lip. “Parker and I, we were the same age when we entered the train. It didn’t take us long to become friends and inseparable. I-we…”

“You were a thing,” his Adam’s apple bobbles as you silently nod. Curtis doesn’t know why, but he feels a pang in his heart. He doesn’t even know you, still, he hates that another man had the chance to be with you. “For how long?”

“After we turned sixteen Parker kissed me for the first time. It felt natural to become more than friends. You know, it’s not as if they're many people my age on the train. Most of them are elder, or younger…or just…yuck…”

“I,” you grasp for Curtis’ hand to squeeze it tightly. He searches your face as you place the sponge into his hand. “Parker is gone for almost seven months now. I miss my friend and—” You turn away, not wanting the stranger you just met to see your tears. “Maybe our relationship wasn’t out of love, just convenient, but he was a good man, Curtis. He tried to change the rules on the train.”

“A good man,” he huffs behind you. “Good men die at a young age on the train. I just lost friends and people I considered family as I was obsessed with bringing Wilford down. I let my people down, Y/N.”

“If you want to change the world, you need to live with the consequences,” Parker always said. He was wise for his young age.” You chuckle now. “He told me that he’s ready to die to help the people in the back.”

“Noble for a front-ender,” you can hear the hatred in Curtis’ voice. “Most of them give a shit on us in the back. Just like Wilford.”

“Not all of us are like Wilford and his lapdogs,” twirling around, you jab your finger into Curtis’ chest. “Parker wasn’t a bad guy. I’m not a bad person. We tried our best to change things for you and your people, without using violence. I don’t have blood on my hands.”

“But I do,” you end up pressed against the wall again. He roughly cups your face with his dirty hand. Curtis just stares down at you, panting heavily as you try to not look at the blood on his face. “A lot of blood, little bird. Your golden cage kept you safe for too long. You can’t even look at my bloody hands.”

“I’m not used to having a killer so close,” he chuckles at your comeback. You don’t like people using violence to reach their goals. “Why did Gilliam allow you to kill all these people? I don’t get it. He’s known as a man of peace. This doesn’t make sense.”

“It’s a revolution I suppose,” Curtis leans closer to bury his nose in your hair to inhale your scent deeply. “We woke up from our haze, realized what's been going on for far too long, and tried to take control over our lives. Gilliam knows the things on the train must change before we all end up dead. He’s our leader and will set us free.”

“Wilford talks a lot about Gilliam these days,” you look Curtis straight in the eyes. There is something you didn’t see before. Uncertainty. Fear, maybe. “He knows things about that old man he can’t know. Why would he? He’s in the front, and your messiah in the back, rotting in dirt and misery. How can he know about him, Curtis? Think about it.”

“Stop making things—” he releases your face to run his hand over his head. Curtis starts to pace the room, muttering under his breath. “We got messages in the protein bars for weeks…no months. How—who?”

“No one can enter the food production section without their allowance. Parker and I barely made it inside. I lost Parker as they knew we sneaked into the food production section. No one can make it inside more than once, Curtis. Open your eyes, you’ve got played by your leader,” you sneer as he slams his hand into the wall next to your head. “I know, the truth hurts. I had to accept that my father is not the man I thought he is too.”

“Stop talking so much. I’ll have this shower and be on my way,” he turns around to walk back toward the shower. Curtis kicks his shoes off and strips his clothes off. He doesn’t care that you are still with him. “I’ll kill Wilford and take over the train for Gilliam and all the people we lost on our way to the front.”

“Fine, do whatever you want to do. I can’t stop you,” you look at the scar on his right arm, wondering how he got it. “I’m just a girl waiting for Wilford to take advantage of her. It’s not as if anyone would side with me.”

“Stop acting as if your problems are that bad. Have you ever been so hungry you were ready to kill a person to eat them?” he twirls around to glare at you. You’re taken aback as he grabs your wrists, making you struggle against his strength. “Did you kill people to eat them? Do you hate yourself for knowing how human flesh tastes?”

“I—” you shake your head, fearing for your life. Curtis is still one of the tail-enders, ready to slit your throat if you just breathe wrong. “No…I…no…”

“I do,” he whispers lowly. “If you are close to starving to death, and you are only skin and bones. If you are so hungry your mind and body are screaming in pain, you’ll do anything to stay alive.”

Your heart breaks for the stranger in front of you. His blue eyes are so full of shame, sadness, and regret that you do the only thing coming to your mind. You wrap your arms around him and press his face to your neck. “I’m sorry. They shouldn’t have done this to you.”

“At least they gave us the protein bars to end this,” he huffs in your neck. His arms wrap tightly around your body, and you feel a little light-headed as his lips press against the soft skin on your neck. “We are monsters all of us, aren’t we? In a way, we lost our humanity the moment we stepped inside the train.”

“You’re not a monster, Curtis,” you softly say. He shakes his head but holds tight onto you still. “They made you do all of this. If only they treated you and the others equally, this could’ve been avoided. People eating people, a creation made by Wilford and his cruelty. There always was enough food for everyone. They just didn’t want to share.”

“We couldn’t afford a ticket to his golden train,” his hands move to your ass, squeeze your flesh tightly, “no clean sheets, food, and pretty women smelling like summer rain and lilac for men like me. You smell so good and are so soft. All our women are hard, broken, and…dirty…”

“You should have that shower now. If we can pretend that you are one of the front-enders, we could get to Wilford and…kill him,” he lifts his head to meet your eyes. “It’s the only way to stop his reign. My father knows the machine better than anyone else, even better than Wilford. If we bring the monster down, we could try to make my father see things must change.”

“Things must change,” he slides the tip of his nose over your cheek, making you shudder. Parker was so different from Curtis. The man in front of you knows losses, violence, and death. He’s rough, strong, and, still vulnerable. “I will have that shower now, little bird. After, we will think about a way to get out of here.”

“A whole new man,” Curtis looks at himself in the mirror, not believing it’s his reflection staring back at him. He’s completely clean for the first time in ages. He wears clean clothes and, isn’t hungry as you shared the food you bunkered in the small fridge with him. “I look…”

“Good,” you offer as he runs his hand over his scruffy cheeks. “I don’t have a razor, sorry. Maybe we can get you one. But—it suits you, somehow.”

“It’s fine,” he glances at his reflection again. “Do you think Gilliam is no longer on our side? What do you know about him?”

“I heard that Wilford talks to your leader,” Curtis sits on the bed, shaking his head. He can’t believe Gilliam rat him out. “You know, they say there are too many tail-enders.”

“He led us right into a trap. We lost most of our men,” he loses all hope. His hands ball into fists and he slams them into the soft mattress. “I let them die to come so far, Y/N. How could I?”

Curtis looks at you again, feeling like he ended up in hell, but with an angel by his side. First, he lost his way, and now, he realizes his way never was his; it was Gilliam and Wilford’s way all the time.

“I lost myself on the way to the front of the train. People died as they believed in Gilliam and me. I failed them,” you sit next to Curtis to lean your head against his shoulder. You are two lost souls, not knowing how to continue your journey. “Now I’m just lost.”

“No, you’ve got found,” he looks down at you, frowning as you move your hand to his chest to pat it. “You did horrible things in the past. There is no denying your soul got tainted but, there is still hope Curtis. If only we could bring Wilford down.”

“I got an idea,” Curtis takes your hand to squeeze it tightly. “I don’t think you’ll like it, though.”

“You’ve got a plan, don’t you?” he watches you lie on the bed, and close your eyes. “If we do this, can you hold me for a moment? I know it’s much to ask for but…”

“It’s alright,” Curtis lies behind you to wrap you in his strong arms. He holds you tightly, chest pressed to your back. “I got a plan, and it involves you.”

“Did you ever fall in love with someone on the train?” you don’t want to hear about his plan yet. You can imagine it involves something you don’t want to think about. “I liked Parker but love…I don’t know how it feels to love someone.”

“No,” he buries his nose in your hair, nuzzling you. “I had to fight to stay alive all the time. I never had the chance to get to know a girl.”

“Hmm…tell me about the plan now, Curtis. I need to hear it…”

“Not now. I want you to sleep, and in the morning, we will make a plan to bring Wilford down, and Gilliam…”

>> Part 4

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krirebr · 8 months

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I just finished the first draft of part one of my Bodyguard!Curtis fic! Hopefully, I'll be able to clean it up and get it nice enough to post sometime this weekend.

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biteofcherry · 6 months

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No such thing as finality

vampire!Curtis Everett x reader; Dracula!Curtis Everett x reader

summary: When Curtis returns to his newly acquired mansion in London, he's greeted by an unexpected sight...

warnings: angst; so so much angst; and feels; dark-ish; a bit of blood (there are vampires in this story, after all); mention of death;

Author's note: This is my small contribution to @witchywithwhiskey's Horror Movie Hoe-a-thon. The classic horror movie I based my inspiration on is Bram Stoker's Dracula. Though, me being me, I put a wicked twist to it. Hope you enjoy! The title "No such thing as finality" is also a quote from the Dracula book.

Lush scent of roses, bowing their graceful necks as wind gained momentum, didn’t fully cover the sweet, decadent smell of freshly spilled blood.

It would lure him in curiosity in any other circumstances, but since he didn’t expect anyone to be willingly bleeding inside his mansion, it made him wary.

Curtis wasn’t scared. There was no human, nor creature in this universe that could truly harm him. Any attack that may happen upon him, would be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly. He could rip them apart with bare hands; move so fast and snap their neck before they even blinked; sink his fangs into an artery and rip it out; take the shape of a beast and tear them inside out.

He should do it for the sheer audacity of breaking into his household, as newly acquired and not yet fully lived-in it was.

Taking measured steps, Curtis walked through the open wings of the glass, orangerie doors. Moonlight reflected in crystal chandeliers. Shadows crept along the walls, attempting to intimidate, but quickly withdrawing in submission to his own, chilling darkness.

There was a faint glow of warm light seeping from beneath the double door leading to the ballroom. The sound of crackling fire announced someone’s preparation for his return.

Curtis lifted a hand and the door opened in a burst, a gust of wind rubbing against his cheek affectionately before it whipped inside in a cold snap.

His gaze instantly fell on the crumpled body in the middle of the polished, hardwood dancefloor - a decorative gore centerpiece of blue silk, soft skin and pool of ruby red blood.

He recognized her.

Mina.

That dress was the one he gifted her; as inappropriate as it was, since her engagement ring still shined on her slender finger and she had made no promise of breaking that word to Jonathan Harker, even if her lips trembled to say more than just a thank you to Curtis. Her lovely face of soft lines and ethereal delicacy, which he drew obsessively in the past weeks, remained angelic as her life slipped away.

Curtis knew her, craved her and now he felt… mildly irritated.

A frown marred his face as he searched his feelings. Surely he should feel something stronger. Rage that would fly him across the room. Despair that would turn him into a wailing beast.

There was a flicker of annoyance - both at having her snatched from his grasp before he got to explore this madness and at being challenged so obviously.

As an apex predator he didn’t entertain any form of challenge.

Slowly, his eyes moved from Mina’s dying body to the hem of your shimmering gown inches from the dark pool of blood.

It was one of your favorite dresses - an almost translucent, pale fabric lined with exquisite sparks that gave the illusion of your body being encrusted in diamonds. Yet you didn’t seem bothered by the fact it bore stains of blood where it splashed when you sunk your teeth into the woman’s neck.

Red essence still dripped from your chin as you boldly stared at Curtis across the room.

“Hello, husband.”

Beads decorating your hair caught flickers of amber glow as you tilted your head in greeting. In that moment you were the epitome of a dark goddess from centuries ago; one he turned you into when he promised you an eternity at his side. One who walked with him through the darkness and filled it with your own light.

Light he forgot about in the fleeting moment of obsession.

“Beloved.” Though Curtis’ voice bore an undertone of reprimand at what you have done, his term of endearment didn’t change. “You’ve overstepped.”

Your eyes flashed red glow at his admonition, as it hinted at the importance of the dying, pathetic reflection of a woman from eons ago. She was not important! She couldn’t be important to him. You were!

“Overstepped?!” You hissed, your fangs elongating as you turned abruptly. “I was left in the castle, foolishly dreaming of and preparing for the move to the estate my dear husband went to secure. Meanwhile he fucking romanced a silly, mortal goose!”

“Mortal she may have been, but Mina wasn’t as unimpressive as you make her to be.” He didn’t know why he was defending his betrayal, since there was still not a single flare of rage urging him to snap your neck.

Curtis didn’t think there’d ever be a time the mere thought of ending your immortal life entered his mind. Though he felt a pang of pain, somewhere in the hollowness of his chest where a heart should beat, when he realized the weight of hurt he must’ve caused you as he prowled after Mina.

“I’m sure her face resembling your dead first wife was a truly impressive genetic lottery win,” you snorted, “but have you become as all those pathetic mortal men, ready to cheat on their actual wife with a new hot piece of ass?!”

“Do not accuse me of something that didn’t happen.” His irises splintered; red scythe filling over the blue iridescence like an eclipse taking over the sun.

A broken giggle bubbled on your lips. Your gaze shifted away from him, staring at the flames in one of the fireplaces.

“Oh, have I come just in time to prevent you from giving her the biggest fang?” You asked bitterly.

In a flash, Curtis was across the room. Fingers curling around the front of your neck and slamming you into the opposite wall. He pressed you against it, his grip on your throat not loosening and the heat of his body enfolding yours.

Curtis was considered a dead creature, but he burned as if the hellfire itself ran through his veins. It was only him, though. He created you, but you never felt your own warmth. There were others whom he sired over the centuries and who sired next generations of vampires. They all ran cold, too. Only Curtis’ dark flame burned eternal.

“You’re treading on thin ice.” He warned you, even as he delighted in the intense emotion you provoked. With you everything was always intense.

Always… alive.

Curtis was angry that you would accuse him of such a disgusting act like cheating. Angry at himself for giving you the reason to think the worst of him.

His obsession with Mina was unhealthy and borderline stalking. He was gifting her with attention and this one material present. But he didn’t have a plan of what he wanted from her exactly. Even as he played with the verbal seduction she was slowly falling for, not once did he imagine bedding her, or turning her.

It was more of a need to keep her, explore her, hold on to whatever she represented for his tortured soul.

But he was blind to how his madness made him act towards you.

“What will you do?” You asked in a hushed tone, redness of your irises receding to the natural color of your eyes. “Are you going to destroy me? The woman you vowed to love for eternity? The woman you turned, branded in every possible way as yours?”

It wasn’t a spiteful challenge of a scorned queen, but a fear of a lively woman who stole his evil heart five centuries ago.

One who often walked barefoot, even before vampirism made you immune to the cold. Wearing simple dresses, with pockets filled with flowers and herbs and shiny stones plucked from mountain rivers. He bought you many stunning dresses over the centuries and you loved them, but most of the time you still wore the simplest ones.

Curtis could only assume you dressed in the finest gown and adorned yourself with jewels to impose your power over Mina. To carry yourself as the queen about to crush a threat to her kingdom.

There was never a threat. Not once did he consider leaving you behind and never returning.

“I’d sooner meet my own end,” his fingers clenched on your throat as he squeezed his eyes in pain.

When he vowed to love and care for you for eternity, until the sun burnt human cities down and reached to scorch your entwined bodies, he meant it with every fiber of his cursed being.

“I haven’t cheated.” Curtis sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t think I would have.”

“And yet here we are…” Your cool breath still carried the metallic scent of blood.

He wouldn’t allow these thoughts to linger, to hurt you with doubt and resentment. He’d rather have you angry with him than broken. And there were ways to stoke your fire, keep it burning and warming him.

“Yes, here we are, Beloved.” Curtis’ tongue flicked out to lick away a drop of blood from the corners of your lips; his tone dropped an octave, vibrating with a beastly timbre. “With you in my grasp. With her dead body getting cold a few steps away and me not even being angry about it.”

Because he really wasn’t. There was that irritation at not having fully figured out what it was exactly that he chased in Mina, but none at the loss of her. Not from your hands, anyway.

You cupped Curtis face with your hands, showing him softness that he claimed he never deserved (but which you taught him to accept, adamant in your decision that he was worthy of your love).

“What was it that you searched for with her?” You asked, even though you were scared of his answer.

“I don’t know.” Curtis admitted; his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. “A memory? A man I used to be? The humanity I lost?”

Mina looked like the exact image of Elisabeta - the wife he had as a human, whose death led him to do unspeakable things that cost him his soul. She was a reflection of the young, impulsive human man, who was too naive and too desperate in his love.

Perhaps Mina’s angelic face brutally reminded him of the crushing pain and being the self-punishing bastard that he was, Curtis clung to her to hurt himself over and over again. Staying away from you, too, because he spiraled down into thoughts of unworthiness once again.

“I didn’t know you at twenty one springs,” you said, “but the man I got to know at his honed one hundred years of vampirism and then spent centuries with? I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.”

Curtis was a vampire king. The oldest, the first to ever be made. At least the first either of you encountered. He fed on blood, could be brutal about it, or very gentle. Depending who the victim was. There were streaks of ruthlessness and cruelty in him, you witnessed him drown villages in blood then watch it sink into the ground with grim satisfaction.

But he also carried the children from said villages in his arms, finding them new homes in places where humans weren’t as rotten and wouldn’t hurt them like the people of their hometowns had.

Curtis was the monster parents scared their children with; but that monster saved those kids when their parents were the ones abusing them. Or when they allowed others, holy men included, to hurt them.

No, you would never trade Curtis for any other man.

“Not even at this moment of weakness?” Curtis’ deep, low voice resounded with a soft uncertainty.

You were still mad at him, but you couldn’t help that need to comfort him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, scratching lightly at the back of his head in a caress that always made him shudder and melt into your embrace.

“Why do you think I’m still here, facing you?” You sighed, tilting your head back enough to look Curtis in the eyes.

“I could’ve ripped her to pieces and then fled. Leave you alone in the misery you would have brewed for yourself.” That was what Curtis did at least once every decade - sink into a really low mood and break your heart with how vulnerable and helpless he was at the time.

“But, my dear husband, I love you too fiercely to let you go. The heart that you claim is void of humanity and care is one that made me say yes when you offered me immortality at your side.”

“I feared…” You dropped your gaze down. “I feared you went after her, because you grew bored of me. That I was so easily replaceable.”

Throughout the centuries not once did Curtis stray away, nor did he isolate himself from you. Sometimes, when he was in his depressive mood he’d often space out, sinking into his gloomy thoughts, but even then he was physically nearby. Mindlessly caressing your body as you cuddled him and anchoring himself to you.

This trip across the sea took long, but the time kept stretching and stretching as Curtis worked on all the formalities of buying a mansion and re-settling onto a new soil. Impatient for his return, you decided on visiting him.

It was supposed to be a surprise for him, but turned into a shock for you when you saw that woman’s starstruck gaze as he escorted her to the carriage.

Curtis gripped your chin between his fingers and gently tilted your face up. Sadness in his gaze crumbled way to determination.

“Never.” He vowed. “It’s a burden I have to carry now, knowing that I’ve hurt you.”

“I’ll give you centuries to make it up to me.” You allowed your lips to curve in a small smile, then leaned to press a soft kiss to Curtis’ mouth.

“Most gracious, Beloved.” Curtis smiled against your lips. He let go of your chin, sneaking that hand down your body and gripping your thigh. His other hand was still wrapped around your neck, fingers pressing a tad harder. Just the way you liked.

In a swift move, he hoisted you up. Your legs wrapped around his hips, the snick of ripping fabric making you giggle.

“I’ve yet to welcome you properly to our new mansion.” Curtis purred, licking a broad stroke across your bloodied chin. “You’ve already christened it with blood. Now I want to fill the walls with your sounds of pleasure.”

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