Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂
Week Five: Baking Cookies or Eating Pie
Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. Curtis finds you baking in the kitchen and you manage to lift his spirits.
Warnings- Implied Smut.
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“Welp till next year.” Curtis gave a sigh, one filled with yearning for next spring when he could roll his Camaro out of the garage into the gleaming sunshine. But now that fall was here and winter wouldn’t be far behind, already the cold was blistering as the winds coming off the lake chased away any illusion of summer, it was time to put her to bed.
And it was one of the reasons he didn’t look forward to the end of autumn. As much as you loved the cool weather, he much preferred warm summer where the Camaro got to run the roads, bonfires and beer were a nightly thing and his Honey was wearing all the very tempting sundresses.
You made him appreciate fall a little more, although he probably never really love it because of the cold.
Now that the Camaro was put away safely, he worked on picking up his garage, making sure that his tools were placed back and any of the excess oil and gas he had used was prepared to be properly disposed of. With a wipe of his hands on his rag, he started to go inside.
Opening the door was a blast of sweet heat, the aroma reminiscent of when his gram was alive. He inhaled deeply as he was sure to close the door behind him, his stomach rolling with desire at what he was smelling.
You stood at the nearby kitchen countertop, swaying in place while you were sifting flour into a large bowl. Ingredients for your favorite cookies were scattered across the counter in a bit of chaos that you made sense of. “It smells like heaven in here.” Curtis muttered to you while you tossed a grin at him, grabbing at your spoon to give a mix. “What is in the oven?”
“Your favorite Curtis.”
“The chocolate chunk with flaky sea salt?” He asked rather hopeful.
You pinched some dough from the nearby chocolate chunk cookie bowl, holding it up for Curtis to taste. He did, enthusiastically, nibbling on your fingertips and sucking all remnants of sugar from them. “You can be my taste tester.” You offered. “But they gotta come out of the oven first.”
“I'm willing to wait.” Curtis informed you while making his way to the sink to scrub his hands clean from before, then as you continued mixing your cookie dough, he did up the few dishes you used so they were clean for your next use.
“What are you baking all these for though?” He asked while you popped your batch out of the oven.
“Bake sale, we’re trying to raise some money for the drama club since their isn’t really any extra this year.” Your tone tinged on frustrated, Curtis knowing fully how strained you were feeling with the school this year. “You finish putting away the Camaro?”
Swiftly changing the subject, Curtis suspected it was because you were just exhausted about it at this point, he let it slide for your sake. He nodded as he eased into a nearby bar stool opposite of where you were baking. Still nearby, but out of your way. “She is all in bed and waiting for next summer. I was dreading it…”
“But?” you broke a chocolate chunk cookie in half after it came out of the oven, letting the steam escape to cool off. You leaned across the counter to reach Curtis, offering if to him.
Taking his first bite, he chewed slowly, savoring it. It was so reminiscent of his childhood that it made him feel so happy right in that moment. “But I come inside to this and suddenly life is fucking good and sweet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He said with sincerity that made you beam happily at him.
“The garage is heated, right?” You questioned while eating the other half of the cookie, Curtis reaching over to steal another, the gooey chocolate to much of a temptation for him to resist.
“Yeah, I mean not like the house but I keep it warm. Alot of our water pipes go through the garage and when they freeze its always a bitch to thaw back out.” He stated, more focused on his cookie at the second then what you were starting to hint at.
“Well…” You lean against the counter, wiggling your brows suggestively at him. “The Camaro might now be driveable but we can still make use of her then.”
He swallowed suddenly, the suggestive interest flaring in his gaze and now baking cookies was no longer on your agenda. “Pretty Girl, I fucking love the way you think.” He snapped up to a stand, making you giggle as you wriggled out of your apron. “You need to do anymore?”
“That last batch is due to come out right now.” You tossed your apron on the counter and he tilted his head to the garage.
“Get your sweet ass in the backseat Pretty Girl, I will be right in.” He grabbed at the pot holders to hurry up and get the sugar cookies out so he could follow after you.
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Cuirt Annual 21 2006 International Festival of Literature Ireland PD Lyons reading his work from it
The Cuirt International Festival of Literature is Ireland’s leading festival. In 2006 it’s 21st year the editors Alan Hayes & Maura Kennedy selected one of my poems to appear in the anthology along side such artist as Seamus Heany, Edna O’Brien, Nikki Giovanni, Eoin Colfer and many fine others. So very grateful to have been there. Thank you for watching & reading. good luck bye!
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Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂
Week Four: Apple Picking or Carving Pumpkins
Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Curtis surprises you and makes a better memory for you than the one you used to have.
Warnings- Mentions of the ex being an asshole.
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Curtis and Honey This or That Masterlist
Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist
“Nope, you can’t know yet where we are going.” Curtis hummed from behind the trucks wheel, one hand steering on a back road that you had never been on. His other hand was resting on your thigh, his thumb brushing back and forth lazily like he had all the time in the world to drive you crazy. You were not quite as relaxed as he was, peering out the window at the autumn hued yellows, oranges and reds that made up the treeline following the side of the dirt road, sighing every now and then with impatience at his surprise that he has been torturing you with all week.
That evil man had the audacity to have a satisfied grin on his face, chuckling as you squirmed in your seat once more, from both the desire to know what he was planning and his touch being barely there.
“You know this has to be like…torture? Teasing me all damn week that you had something planned for a date and then not even giving me any hints.” His hand squeezed your thigh playfully, sliding in between the thickest part where they pressed together, holding onto you.
“I gave you hints. I said to wear casual clothes and sneakers for climbing. If you can't pick up from that Honey, I don’t know what to tell ya.” He shrugged, finally turning into a long driveway. The sign at the end held claims to apple picking, pumpkins, farmstand, and family fun.
You twisted in your seat, excitement making your features seem childlike innocence. “Are we apple picking? Please say we are gonna go pick some apples, I haven't been able to do that since I left New York.”
Curtis pulled into a parking spot, and the view before you two was endless apple trees, covered in gorgeous red and green apples just waiting to be plucked. A scattering of families were in the orchard, but for the most part, it was empty for you and Curtis to explore. “And get our carving pumpkins. You have to thank your mom Honey. She messaged me that this was something you all used to do together before you and Jade moved. Shelly said you hinted that you missed doing this.” Another squeeze to your thigh and he moved his hand away, but you grabbed at it, tugging yourself across the bench seat to him to cup his bristled chin and lean in for a kiss.
“Thank you.” Your breath fanned against his mouth, your eyes shining with some unshed tears that portrayed how much this all meant to you. “This is why I love you, Curtis. Stuff like this.”
“Pretty Girl.” He rumbled affectionately, claiming one last kiss before popping his door open and sliding out, reaching to slide you across the rest of the seat and help you out too. “I want this to be our kind of moment to share too.”
Grabbing some bags and some apple-picking tools, you two wandered into the rows of trees, heading further into the orchard where the owner had pointed out the best place to find pristine apples.
Apple picking with Curtis was a playful adventure, you two teasing each other the whole way across the orchard and then playing at stealing apples from one another's haul. Curtis was able to use his height to his advantage, reaching up to grasp at the branches to pull down for you to pluck the pretty crisp apples.
Whenever you would climb up one of the ladders a bit nervously, you would glance over your shoulder while filling your bag to find Curtis securing himself behind you, claiming to keep you steady, but would get that look in his eye that he was very much admiring the view as well. At first, it made you feel flushed with nerves, but his hands were constantly touching you. Grasping along the outer edge of your thighs and making sure nothing was going to happen to you while you were climbing on the ladder. You finally relaxed into the moment, allowing for you to reach for the apples high out of reach while being secure that you wouldn't fall.
Curtis remained brushing his hands against you, hugging around you while sneaking apples into your bag and nipping kisses against the curve of your neck when he pulled you into his arms for a hug, taking quiet moments together under the trees with no one around.
Towards the end, you two were wandering back towards the front of an orchard, pausing now and then to pluck a couple apples to finish up filling the extra bags you two were collecting for Ella and Tanya per Curtis’s request.
Reaching up to your tiptoes where your fingers were brushing on the underside of a ruby-red globe, you suddenly felt yourself lifted. You yelped for a second, grasping at Curtis’s shoulders in surprise. “Curtis…”
“I got you Honey, get it.” He encouraged you as you balanced in his hold, tentative as you let go of his shoulder but trusting that Curtis wouldn’t let you drop from his hold.
Jake had once pretended to try to lift you in a similar hold, joking at your expense how it would hurt him too much. Back then you felt those words sink in deeply, letting it just ruin your joy in getting to spend the day with him. That day had ended with Jake taking his aesthetically pleasing pictures for appearances that you two were the perfect couple. At the time he had it framed and placed on his desk to show his future clients. But like all the feelings he claimed he felt for you, it was a fake moment that looked picture-perfect on the outside. Even the apples that day were ones purchased at the farm stand on the way out of the orchard, Jake claiming he didn't have time to waste doing this kind of stuff.
But this time, when Curtis eased you back to your feet and you pulled out your phone, leaning back into his chest, Curtis took the phone from your hold, lifting it angled slightly above, the resulting snapshot had real smiles and real memories attached to them. You twisted in his arm to circle your arms around his waist, your smile one of pure happiness and love. “Thank you Curtis, you really don’t know how much this means to me.”
This time you would print this picture and hang it on the fridge under a Florida magnent that you had picked up with Curtis visiting Jade. It was now hanging among the chaos of Sophia’s artwork, Timmy's school pictures from as far back as the beginning, an outdated calendar no one ever removed, handwritten notes, and phone numbers, random snapshots that showed loved people in happy moments and other bits of life’s madness with a scattering of mismatched magnets that looked like something his grandparents must have had hanging on the fridge since the eighties. Jake would have hated displaying that picture in such a messy disorganized way.
And in your eyes, it fit right in like it was always meant to be there.
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