#dad!curtis everett

[thezombieprostitute]

Baby's First Christmas

A/N written for @the-slumberparty's Naughty or Nice Challenge. AFAB reader but no other descriptors used.

Prompt 19: “Every time you look at me, I melt a little.”

Christmas had always been your holiday. You loved the lights. You loved the music. You especially loved the cheer. Curtis had never really thought much of the holiday but happily supported you in everything you did to celebrate.

Last Christmas you ended up not doing much but that was likely because you were 4 months pregnant and the baby definitely made you re-prioritize your energy. Curtis helped you with everything you wanted done. He made sure you sat and directed him for anything that required a stepladder. No way was he going to let you overwork yourself or put yourself at risk of any kind of falling.

This Christmas, however, you actually had the energy to pull out all of the stops like in other years. Your daughter, Lily, was kept safe in your arms or a papoose and she was utterly fascinated with all the shiny lights. Curtis joked about you making sure she was as much a fan of Christmas as you.

"That's not a bad thing," you retort, sticking out your tongue. Lily giggled at the face you made and you smiled back at her, cooing as you did. Curtis came up from behind and wrapped his arms around his girls, kissing your cheek.

"You're right, of course," he agrees. "But just promise me you'll teach her to wait until December 1st to break out the Christmas stuff. I hate when my Halloween gets tainted by St Nick.'

You giggle, "don't worry. You'll give her your love of Halloween so that she'll want to respect the sanctity of October."

"I'm not sure she enjoys Halloween," he grumbled.

"She was only a few months old," you console. "It'll be her favorite when she's allowed candy. I also think it'll be her favorite because it's your favorite."

"What do you mean?"

"If I want Lily's attention I have to make faces or big motions or something. All you have to do is talk and she's focused on you." You point to your baby who is smiling big at her dad, eyes never leaving him. "It must be all the time you spent reading her stories before she was born."

Curtis only hums in response, noting how Lily tries to mimic the noise.

The baby monitor woke you up; Lily was fussing. You start to get out of bed but Curtis stops you. "I'll get her," he assures, giving you a kiss before getting out of bed. You let yourself fall back asleep.

You wake up again and check the time, it's been an hour and Curtis still isn't back in bed. Curious and worried you get up and go to Lily's room to check on him but they're not there. You quietly walk to the living room and find Curtis holding Lily in the rocking chair, facing away from you and looking at the Christmas tree, all lit up.

As you stood there, you heard Curtis whispering to the baby girl in his arms, "I really do hope this helps you. Your mama says her favorite parts of Christmas are the peaceful moments sitting in a dark room with only the lights from the Christmas tree. No other noises or anything. I'm hoping this'll help make it your favorite thing, too."

Lily quietly babbles.

"Yeah, I know. Your mama's right about you. Your eyes follow me whenever I talk and, I'll be honest, it scares me sometimes. I used to be, well not cold-hearted, but definitely indifferent. Then I met your mama and she warmed my life. I thought my heart was done warming when your mother agreed to marry me but, every time you look at me, I melt a little."

Lily babbles back at him and yawns.

"Yeah, I suppose it is time to get you back to your crib," he says as he stands. "But it is nice to get to just sit here and talk with you. I think your mama's on to something with how calming these lights can be."

He stops when he sees you but you can't read his expression through your teary eyes. You're smiling as bright as the lights on the tree as you hug him and Lily. Curtis kisses the top of your head and whispers, "let's all get to bed, okay?"

The two of you put Lily in her crib, sleeping soundly. When you get back to your bed you're immediately curling yourself up around Curtis, going for a full-body cuddle. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and gives the warmest smile you've ever seen from him. The two of you stay cuddled up together for the rest of the night.

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I’m glad she knows what she wants, and what she doesn’t. I hope she has the strength to wait for it, for him. They could be happy if they take a little time.

Much Too Fast, Part 4

Summary: time for some truth

Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, mild sexual imagery, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.2K

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To say that your mind has been racing since that night with Curtis would be an understatement. You and Curtis had this raw — attraction. And even that is putting it mildly. You had long given up on the fact that it was just sexual attraction. That is clearly there. My god was it there. Every night your body hungered for him. Could still feel his hands all over your body, and the way that he stretched you out, but it still felt like he fit perfectly.

You never thought you would ever see him again, and this predicament that you are in is nauseating. You have to see him every day, and you get to see him with a child. Not just a child, but this sweet clingy baby. She is completely a daddy’s girl, and you find him so much more attractive because of it. And it sucked. And not the good kind of suck. The worst kind. The kind that is irritating because you can’t do anything about it.

He is married. Regardless of whatever their relationship was or is, he is still legally married. Tati hadn’t been in the house long enough for you to see if he did in fact sleep alone or with her. Poet had space in his room, and yeah, you were nosy and checked her mom’s room, and there was no signs of Tati being a mother or Poet having space there. It looked just like a staged room that

The living room is decorated in black and white photos of the sweet baby, and even of Curtis and her, and you have discovered only one where Tati was photographed with her daughter. You could completely be projecting, but you didn’t see the same glow about her or warmth in her eyes like you did Curtis’. And you wondered if Tati resented Curtis for making her have Poet.

The sentiment that she didn’t want her baby lingered in your mind. And you fully believed women should have the right to choose the path for themselves, but you couldn’t imagine a life without Poet. It puts you in such a predicament because you love this baby, and you find yourself judging Tati for the life she didn’t want, but chose for someone else. And clearly she let Curtis take the brunt of the responsibility. As is her right, and Curtis didn’t seem to mind.

But watching the sweet baby crawl around her play area while you make her something to eat, and she sits up to jabber away at you makes your heart swell. Bursting wide open because you want to give her all the mothering love you could. Something inside of you told you that Tati didn’t make that a priority. It is a weird sick cycle that she was present enough to say she’s a mother, and then away more than you were told to live the life that she actually wanted.

It put Poet in a an uncomfortable limbo. She could never be at ease in her own home, and that hurts your heart more than anything. That this small baby who could only crawl knew there is a disconnect between her and her mother. And it made you that much more protective of her, and also believe Curtis’ words more because why would he lie? He didn’t seem like the one that struggled to find someone to have sex with.

Of course you told yourself that he was someone who couldn’t just sleep with anyone. Even though he slept with you after knowing you for a few hours. But that was completely different. There was an odd connection. Hopefully you aren’t just thinking that to make yourself feel better about that one night stand. But what were the chances that you were thrust into his life in a more permanent way?

How was it that this guy you met one night was the very same guy that you were hired to watch his daughter? Was this divine intervention in your life or was this a sign for you to stop thinking everything is connected. That those coincidences still actually happened in life.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you coo, reaching in to pick her up. Lavishing kisses all over her sweet face before carrying her into the kitchen for lunch. “Now, don’t you make a mess and be all cute with your crusty face today, okay?”

“‘Tay,” she giggles, leaning her head into your neck. She is one of the most precious babies you have ever met. She wasn’t quite a year old and she has this great personality. She says a slew of words, adding in dada and mama pointing and moving her eyebrows like she’s carrying on a real conversation.

“Oh, I know. You and daddy are best friends. And he is naughty and lets you sleep in the bed with him when you wake up crying, doesn’t he?” More giggles and nonsense, and you hand her the plate with her own spoon. You are supposed to let her feed herself first before you make sure she gets plenty of nutrition.

“Yep, you’re an independent lady, and you don’t need daddy to cater to you.”

“Yep,” she responds, shoving a handful of food into her mouth. You didn’t care if she got messy. Babies were supposed to get messy. That’s what bathtime was for. Or a quick rinse and pool time. “Uhh!” She gets excited, hearing the alert that someone is pulling into the property. “Dada!”

“I don’t think that’s him,” she couldn’t be swayed, and she has a chorus of ‘Dada’ ringing out into the kitchen. Cars coming in meant her daddy was coming and home to her, but a quick message from Tati this morning, you knew it was finally her return.

“Dadadadadadadadada!” She squeals all the way until Tati walks through the door, sweetly saying Poet’s name as she puts her luggage down. “Uhh,” clearly that isn’t who Poet wanted to see. And as Tati rounds the corner into the kitchen the baby’s frown deepens. Pouting up at you as her mom barely kisses her forehead.

Tati looks even more put together than you remember. She supposedly just returned home, and every bit of her is in place. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect manicure, an outfit that clung to every curve. She even smells fresh and expensive. Obviously flying treated her better than it did you. You are nothing like Tati. You feel homely and plain next to her in her giant heels and long legs.

“Someone acts like she needs a nap with how mood she is, and…a bath. Darling, mommy is going to take a long nap. Grace, do you mind keeping her this evening? I don’t know Curtis’ plans, but I have dinner reservations that I can’t miss,” so much for wanting to spend time with her daughter. Already making plans to be with someone else. No, you can’t judge her. She didn’t want this life. But you wished she would stop hiding behind a facade of a happy family life.

“The place looks incredible. I knew you could keep it up to my standards. Poet, you look as if you’ve grown a few inches,” most parents would feel sad about their child growing, and missing it. She seems to just state the obvious. “How has everything been here?”

“It’s been great,” it was even hot when her husband was willing to fuck you in the pool.

“I hope her daddy has been hospitable to you,” yeah, he’s had his hard cock pressed against your core, while you could only think about his relationship with his wife. “Anyways, I think I’m going to go for a bath, and a nap. Carry on.”

“Tati, can I ask you a question without sounding too forward?” She sighs, but nods her head. Nervously looking at Poet, and you didn’t even want to talk about her daughter. You want to know more about her husband. “Umm, Curtis and you don’t share a room?”

“He snores, and I can’t sleep,” lies. He didn’t snore that much, and their rooms are on opposite sides of the giant house, and on different floors.

“It’s just he’s in a much smaller room beside Poet’s on the main floor.”

“Was he bothering you in the pool? I told him and his slutty…I mean, I might have mentioned that you were given free range of the pool, and he shouldn’t bother you. It’s fine. He’s just a much more hands-on parent than me. I can’t only parent how I was taught, and that was to continue living your life while you made sure your child had the best of everything including care. And I’m just not good at being a mother. I didn’t want this,” she stops her train of thought. Breathing deeply as she presses her fingers to the bridge of her nose. What started off as questions about Curtis became her ranting about how she parents.

“Parenting is complicated, and every parent is going to do things differently, and I’m not a bad mom. I’m not.”

“Oh, I didn’t — no, you have provided your daughter with a safe environment to grow and learn, and…I think I’m not making myself clear,” while it did bug you that Tati great Poet as an afterthought. But she did in fact make sure her daughter was taken care of. She just had no relationship with her.

“What is this about? It’s my slut husband, huh? Can’t keep it in his fucking pants. I knew it when I first saw you. I knew he was going to come onto you. So have you slept with him?” Oh this is turning the wrong way entirely. “Quite frankly, I don’t care. Curtis and I don’t have that sort of a relationship. But I don’t want you getting involved with a man that has no desire to be tied down,” oh dear.

She is saying the words you’ve been wanting, but also some you’ve feared. “Fine, seeing how Curtis clearly can’t stop from fucking everything with a goddamn pussy, no. We are married legally. We have no emotional ties to one another. Does that solve that? Fuck him, I don’t care. Just know that he’s not reliable. The only person he even cares about is his daughter. And whoever is getting on their goddamn knees.”

“He cares about you,” you say meekly. Curtis had never said anything horrible about Tati, and yet there is major animosity coming from her concerning him. Back to the theory she really disliked him for making her have Poet.

“Yes, cares about the fact that I was able to provide him with a child,” you gulp, turning to look at Poet who stares intensely at you. Like she is avoiding looking at her mother who is spewing vile nonsense about her dad. “This isn’t the most proper conversation to have with you. I apologize, I’m not myself, and I’m tired, it’s been a long day. I’ll need a vacation after my vacation,” you look up at her confused. It was allegedly a business trip. A nearly two week vacation, and she needs another.

“I’m,” she takes a deep breath, watching you and Poet stare at one another, and sighs, “He’s a great guy, but a terrible partner. I don’t need that, and I for damn sure don’t need a fucking man and his need to fucking poke me with their cock every goddamn night. If you excuse me. I need about a three hour nap, and then I’m going out. If you could please make sure she’s taken care of if Curtis isn’t home. You’ll be paid handsomely,” she spins on her heels, heading out of the kitchen, and you look down at the messy baby.

“That didn’t go that well, did it?” She offers you a bit of a smile, covering her face with her messy squished banana hands. “I guess that’s why she’s upstairs and we’re down here. She won’t be able to hear us have fun, huh? You want to get rinsed off, and go swimming?”

“Aye!” She throws her hands up in the air, and your weird interaction with her mother starts to move to the back of your mind instead of the front. Tati is a bit of a liar. She is holding Curtis’ life, and even Poet’s ransom. They couldn’t move forward because she is holding them back. Trapping them in this weird whatevership while she flies off for two week long vacations only to come back to leave again.

You could have left your questions about her relationship private, but at least you had some clarity on their situation from her point of view. They weren’t sleeping together. And it seemed she had no love for her husband. And you wondered if she did for her daughter.

Curtis casually watches you through his blinds. You had acted weird all afternoon, and that is saying a lot considering what had happened between the two of you. You were a bit standoffish. You didn’t make any comment about Tati asking you to watch Poet later than you normally would, and all as she left the house quickly.

He came home to find you and Poet in the sweetest baby yoga moment, and he wished that he was coming home to you and your daughter. Tati in all aspects was an egg donor, but this is what he wanted in life. To see his wife enjoy time with her children. Smiling sweetly in a pose before you help her do her own. He might have looked at your ass in those tight leggings a bit too long. Remembering the way your soft supple skin felt in his grip. Your ass was the perfect size for his hands.

There even was a bit of an argument as he tried to take Poet from you, but you resisted telling him that Tati had asked and she was your responsibility. He just wanted to be closer to you, but it threw him off the way you responded. You never were like that. He knew when he came home and Tati’s car was here that a conversation was had and he didn’t know what.

But now watching you jump into the pool, and come up to the surface, only to swim over to the edge and drink from a beer bottle, he's curious. He should leave you alone for the time being but he couldn’t. There is this weird pull towards you, especially now when he can see that something is wrong. You look distant. Your eyes stare blankly at the water before you lean you head back on the edge. Staring up at the night sky.

He didn’t even want to make an advance, but wants to see if you’re okay. He changes into some swimming trunks before grabbing the baby monitor and a towel as he walks outside. You bite at your lip with the sound of the door opening, but remain unmoving. Seeing how you don’t say anything, neither does he as he eases into the pool. It isn’t until he’s standing right in front of you that you acknowledge he’s there.

Lifting your head up off the edge, you reach behind you, and grab another beer, extending it to him. “You’ve been weird today.”

“Have I?” You answer curtly, grabbing your own beer to take a swig. “You want to tell me the truth between you and your wife, because she really seems to hate you.”

“I see. You talked about me today? Tati’s rendition was very glowing I bet. Someone who is scared of commitment. That I’m only using you for the cunt between your legs,” the fact he knew the basic parts of your conversation means that this has happened before. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not the one gallivanting all over the world with my girlfriend. Shit,” he whispers, realizing what he just announced. Everything makes sense now.

Your mouth opens wide as you stare at him before you place the bottle to your lips and start chugging. Of all the things he could have said, you weren’t exactly expecting that. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Finishing your beer, you contemplate grabbing another one, but instead try to think of something to say. “Girlfriend as in her best friend? Like they just do everything together?”

“No.”

“It’s complicated, huh? So, you’re married to a woman who is dating another woman, and doesn’t want to be a mother, but doesn’t want to admit to that. She’s holding you and Poet essentially hostage because she can’t tell her parents that she’s a lesbian. First it was she didn’t want them to know she was pregnant out of wedlock, but you wanted the baby, and now she’s…I’m just trying to wrap my brain around all this. She’s very angry at her situation.”

It’s Curtis’ turn to turn the beer completely up as he downs the hoppy liquid, and places it on the side of the pool before he grabs another. It is out there now, so there was no point in denying anything. “She’s angry because she’s living a lie.”

“She has more means than most people do. She’s rich, and a grown fucking adult. There’s kids who come out to their parents, and risk being kicked out. She’s a damn adult,” you’re seething. You didn’t care what Tati did with her life, but her life and lies are affecting two people she should love. Two that are stuck. Poet didn’t even seem to like her mom. Definitely didn’t have a loving relationship with her, and Curtis is allowing this to continue as well.

“You don’t understand,” he is really taking up for her. This horrible woman that has stunted his and his daughter’s lives.

“Then make me,” you plead. You need to understand, because you are getting too involved. “Do you want to know what she said about you?”

“I already know. She thinks I want to fuck every woman in my vicinity.”

“And do you?”

“Every?” He smirks at you. He takes a wet hand to run down his beard. Leaving it looking moist and dripping, and you get a flashback of his mouth shining with your slick. “No. Currently there’s only one woman in my vicinity I want to fuck.”

“So I’m just a hot piece of flesh that is living in your house while your wife is fucking around with her girlfriend is that it?”

“You’re mincing words here. No, you’re not just an amazing lay. I’ve only had you once, and yes, I would very much like to have you again. But I think whatever is going on between us is much more than fucking. I’m not hurt by Tati’s words anymore. She’s the type of woman that knows I will move on, and once I fully move on I won’t wait for her timeline anymore, so she strikes before that happens.”

These words. You aren’t sure what to make of them. He leans forward, slowly slotting his lips against yours. The sharpness of the beer dances around on your tongue as you taste it on him. Opening your mouth, you allow his access, and he eases past your lips. Tongues dancing together before you pull away from him.

It isn’t the beer that is making your brain fuzzy, but this situation. So many things are running in your head, but there’s one thing you can’t seem to forget, “And what about Poet?”

“What about her?”

“You both are taking away her happiness. Poet has bonded with me because she needs a motherly love. She doesn’t even know her mom as a mother, but as someone that floats in her life. In and out of her life. I’ve spent more time with her in the past few weeks than Tati ever has, and that’s sad. She doesn’t know that her daughter is speaking words, and crawls so fast I have to chase her around. She doesn’t know that Poet’s favorite food is green peas because she’s such a weird little baby. And she mushes those peas in between her fingers, and giggles before she gobbles them up.”

“But you know that,” Curtis’ beefy arm reaches behind you, grabbing another beer for himself before raising it to you, “This was smart, bringing the beer out here, I mean. Listen, Tati didn’t want to be a mom. So don’t try and make her feel guilty for not being one.”

“Then you need to stop making excuses for her. You need to tell her where you’re at and that you are done with being married to her, so you can move on, and…”

“Date you?” You exasperatedly roll your eyes, and turn to look away from him, but he pulls your chin over to look at him. “Darling, I’m okay with where I’m at, but if you need me to do this for you, and us, you have to let me know. Tati is doing things on her terms, but if you need me to tell her my terms, then you have to be honest with me.”

“I could always go on another date with…”

“Jax?” Your face falls and you look across his face confused. “That’s my partner. There’s a reason why you didn’t get a earth shattering first kiss,” mother fucker. “It was an honest mistake, and he didn’t realize who you were until you showed up, and then when he knew he just made sure you had a fun night.”

“How would he have known who I was?” Now it’s your turn to smirk as Curtis floats away from you. Pretending to be listening to the monitor that shows Poet softly snoring. “Oh, did you tell him about your hot nanny that you fucked?”

“In not so colorful of words, but yes. He knew not to — well.”

“Touch me? Curtis did you think fucking me that one time was you claiming me?” He gives an honest answer by nodding his head, and the serious conversation gets heavier. Breathy and light in a way, but there’s an undertone of need. The two of you are reaching a level of truce for now, but you need more.

“So is this you sneaking into the pool house with me?” He shakes his head no, putting a leg up, his foot presses against your belly. Stopping you from getting any closer to him. “Me sneaking into your room?” Another shaking of his head. And his leg holds you firmly in place. “Then what?”

“If all I wanted was sex, I could have had you so many times. This is me saying you live with my daughter. We have to tread through this very carefully. I don’t want too many feelings involved yet. And it can never be just sex can it? We live in the same house.”

“I actually live in the pool house.”

He takes a staggering breath, and you look down into the water with a big grin, “You have no idea what you do to me. Seeing you with my daughter in a mothering way. Seeing her smile at you, and hold onto you, greeting me at the door only to crawl back to you. I’m a sap for things like that, especially with Poet. If we do this it’s not just sex.”

“If we do this I’m not going to be the other woman.”

“Did you miss this entire conversation? You won’t be,” you have to set some boundaries here. If he wanted you, he could have you. While the divorce was underway. You start to back away from him with a smile, and he starts walking towards you, “Wait. Where are you going?”

“To play with myself while I remember our first night together.”

“What just happened?” Staring hungrily as you emerge from the pool, looking over your shoulders to make sure he was staring at your ass. He isn’t a disappointment, but then he looks up at your face. “Where are you going?”

“If you want more than sex, prove it. You’ve heard what I don’t want, and what I am okay with. And if you want just my body then you can bring the monitor and join me in the pool house. You’ll only get one choice, Curtis,” without even grabbing your towel, you saunter towards the pool house. Holding your breath, and hoping that he doesn’t follow you. Your words sound sure, but your legs quake in fear that he’s going to follow you. That kiss being sweeter touches you in a way you didn’t think could happen.

You hope with every part of you that he can hold off like he said, and is willing to tell Tati that the time has come for a divorce. You hope that he doesn’t disappoint you and is willing to just have sex for tonight. You want Curtis, and you want more than just his cock. The close proximity to him and playing house with him was becoming infuriating.

And before you even reach the pool house you hear the door to his bedroom close with so much force you flinch, turning around to see him place a pillow over his face, and know that he is screaming. Good. You weren’t going to be the other woman. Regardless of if the relationship between him and Tati had run its course. You were going to be the woman. The only woman. So until he made that decision, you were going to be the nanny. For now.

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Andy Barber + Yandere + “Think an old man like me can keep up?” + conditioning/grooming.

Andy Barber + Roommate/Tenant + “Isn’t it beautiful? Bullet proof, too.” + dumbification.

Andy Barber + Bookstore + “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” + kidnapping.

Natasha Romanoff + Neighbours + “I’ll always love you, even if you don’t feel that way. But you will.” + sex pollen.

Johnny Storm + Sugar Daddy + “The night’s still young.” + obsession.

Jake Jensen + Step-brother + “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there.” + thigh riding.

Steve Rogers + Stepfather + “Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be playing this game?” + face-sitting.

Natasha Romanoff + Mob boss + “I think I like you better when you’re gagged and crying on my dick.” + humiliation.

Steve Rogers + Boyfriend’s dad + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + cum-play.

Lloyd Hansen + Yandere + “I’ll always love you, even if you don’t feel that way. But you will.” + sir kink.

Ari Levinson + Dad’s best friend + “I dreamt of you last night. Every night.” + daddy kink.

Andy Barber + Professor + “You want something from me? You gotta ask nicely.” + abuse of power.

Andy Barber + Dad’s best friend + “I just want to take care of you.” + daddy kink.

Steve Rogers + no AU + “Don’t be a brat.” + manhandling.

Lloyd Hansen + Sugar Daddy + “Merry fucking Christmas, princess.” + captivity.

Steve Rogers + Mob boss + “I just want to take care of you.” + stockholm syndrome.

Curtis Everett + Boxer + “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there.” + dom/sub.

Lloyd Hansen + No AU + “Merry fucking Christmas, princess.” + daddy kink.

Lloyd Hansen + Sugar Daddy + “That’s no way to speak to your future husband.” + daddy kink.

Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Amnesia + “Don’t you love it when I touch you like this?” + stockholm syndrome.

Pete Brenner + Camgirl + “I can’t help it, I love you too much.” + dumbification.

Lloyd Hansen + Mob boss + “I love hearing you beg. You’re much sweeter that way.” + pet play.

Lloyd Hansen + Mob/mafia + “You have no idea what you do to a man like me.” + overstimulation.

Andy Barber + Boyfriend’s dad + “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” + cheating.

Ransom Drysdale + Step-brother + “Don’t you love it when I touch you like this?” + innocence.

Steve Rogers + Yandere + “You know what I hate more than broken promises? Liars.” + kidnapping.***

Pete Brenner + Camboy + “You ask too many questions. Just relax.” + drugging.

Lloyd Hansen + Maid + “Where do you think you’re going?” + abuse of power.

Johnny Storm + College/University + “I thought you hated me.” + stalking.

Ari Levinson + Stepfather + “Don’t be a brat.” + vaginal sex.

Steve Rogers + Fake Marriage + “What did you just say?” + sex pollen.***

Jake Jensen + Neighbour + “I had to—you gave me no other option.” + obsession.

Lloyd Hansen + Sugar Daddy + “Isn’t this so pretty? It reminded me of you.” + daddy kink.

Lloyd Hansen + Neighbour + “The least you could do is be grateful.” + humiliation.

Ransom Drysdale + Yandere + “Merry fucking Christmas, princess.” + captivity.

Ari Levinson + Soulmate + “Don’t fight me. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.” + overstimulation.

Steve Rogers + Boyfriend’s dad + “You have no idea what you do to a man like me.” + cheating.

Natasha Romanoff + Camgirl + “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there.” + scissoring.

Ransom Drysdale + Step-brother + “You ask too many questions. Just relax.” + drugging.

Ari Levinson + Dad’s best friend + “You ask too many questions. Just relax.” + corruption.

Andy Barber + Dad’s best friend + “Can’t you see I’m trying?” + cum-marking.

Ari Levinson + Mob boss + “You want something from me? You gotta ask nicely.” + innocence.***

Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Neighbour + “The least you could do is be grateful.” + drugging.

Steve Rogers + Mob boss + “You ask too many questions. Just relax.” + corruption.

Ari Levinson + Camboy + “Isn’t this so pretty? It reminded me of you.” + innocence.

Lloyd Hansen + Boyfriend’s dad + “I think I like you better when you’re gagged and crying on my dick.” + creampie.

Natasha Romanoff + Yandere + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + mommy kink.

Natasha Romanoff + Boyfriend’s mom + “You’re shaking so much, honey… Just wait until I get my tongue on you.” + obsession.

Lloyd Hansen + no AU + “Where do you think you’re going?” + pet play.

Natasha Romanoff + CEO + “Go on. Let’s see how far you’ll make it.” + mommy kink.

Natasha Romanoff + Sugar Mommy + “You want something from me? You gotta ask nicely.” + begging.

Lloyd Hansen + Mob boss + “You have no idea what you do to a man like me.” + choking.

Ransom Drysdale + Sugar Daddy + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + abuse of power.

Ari Levinson + Amnesia + “Take you home? This is home. You aren’t going anywhere.” + obsession.

Natasha Romanoff + Dad’s best friend + “You have no idea what you do to a woman like me.” + creampie.

Curtis Everett + Mob + “Don’t be a brat.” + squirting.

Andy Barber + Mob/Mafia + “Take you home? This is home. You aren’t going anywhere.” + stockholm syndrome.

Ransom Drysdale + Soulmate + “That’s no way to talk to your future husband.” + captivity.

Andy Barber + Professor + “Take you home? This is home. You aren’t going anywhere.” + finger-sucking.

Lloyd Hansen + Boss + “Aw, are you gonna cry?” + overstimulation.

[plussizefantasia]

CozyTober 2024

Here's the lineup for this year's spooky, comfy, cozy writing challenge. I got this list from @bigtreefest and really like the ideas that I got from it. If any of these catch your eye let me know and I'll add you to the taglist, other than that just enjoy the next month's worth of blurbs and one-shots full of all the fantastic fall vibes!

p.s. the divider featured on all my cozytober fics is from @strangergraphics

Day 1: Borrowing a Sweatshirt or Coat: Logan Howlett x F! reader

Day 2: Wrapped in a Soft Fuzzy Blanket: Fili x Hobbit!reader

Day 3: Chilly Fall Day: Eddie Munson x gf!Reader

Day 4: The slight smell of smoke in the air: Eliot Spencer x Reader

Day 5: Hot Chocolate or Tea: Jim Hopper x wife!reader

Day 6: Cuddles after a bad day: Jake Jensen x gf!Reader

Day 7: The Smell of Fresh Baked Goods: Bucky Barnes x wife!Reader

Day 8: Apple Cider Donuts: Dad!Steve Rogers x mom!reader

Day 9: Fall Road Trip: Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 10: Unsanctioned Halloween Party: Tony Stark x wife!reader, Platonic Peter Parker x reader

Day 11: Last Minute Family Gathering: Steve Harrington x gf!reader

Day 12: Cozy Coffee Shop: Eliot Spencer x reader

Day 13: Game Night : Eddie Munson x gf!reader

Day 14: Playing in the leaves: Benedict Bridgerton x wife!reader

Day 15: Visits from the dead: Matt Murdock x ghost!reader

Day 16: Facing your fears: Curtis Everett x reader

Day 17: Spooky Stories: Sam Uley x imprint!reader

Day 18: Trick or Treating: dad!Bucky x mom!reader

Day 19: Abandoned Train Station: Logan Howlett x reader

Day 20: Rotting Things: Thorin x reader

Day 21: Haunted Hotel: Eliot Spencer x reader

Day 22: Too freaked out to sleep alone: Steve Harrington x reader

Day 23: Halloween Pranks: Jake Jensen x reader

Day 24: Carving Pumpkins: Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Day 25: Ghosts of your past: Lucifer Magne x reader

Day 26: Comfort during sickness: Jim Hopper

Day 27: "Selfcare is important": Aaron Hotchner x reader

Day 28: Reconnecting: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Day 29: "Thanks for Putting up with me": Paul Lahote x reader

Day 30: Comfort Food: Eliot Spencer x reader

Day 31: Reader's Choice: Congrats! if you read this far you get a chance to decide what the big finish of this year's challenge will be! All throughout October if you send me an ask with a fall prompt and a character pairing your idea will be considered for the finale!! Submissions will be accepted until October 28th.

[biteofcherry]

Since we talked about mob romance...

It doesn't matter that you're well into your thirties, once a mob boss daughter, always a mob boss daughter. And now your dad has decided that you're going to go stay with some extended family and friends in another country. It so happens they have a son that is around the same age as you, also unmarried.

But one thing your dad is a sucker for is true love. If you find someone to fake true love with, he'd never ship you off. You have some candidates in mind.

Rival’s son Curtis: Curtis and you have run into each other over the years and during your wild youth there was a brief and intense romance that didn't lead anywhere, both of you needing to rebel against your families. But one thing you know is that Curtis has your back if the creeps at the club don't understand the word no and a romance between the two of you would get his dad off his back too.

Bodyguard Lloyd: After your wild youth, your dad assigned Lloyd to you. But Lloyd always has his own agenda when it comes to things. Sure, he won't hesitate to kill anyone who threatens you, but he'll also look away when you sneak out because he knows you'll reward him. Acting as your lover would give him many benefits.

Cook Steve: You actually cried when the old cook retired. After many trials, your dad finally settled on Steve two years ago. You liked being in the kitchen with the old cook, she was always nice to you and would sneak you treats. Now you like hanging out in the kitchen for a different kind of treat. Steve is not only easy on the eyes but also easy to talk to, even if your conversations have mostly revolved around food.

Or, do you one day accidentally find a picture of the unmarried son and find out he's actually really handsome and his name appears to be Bucky.

You know I'm all about love, arranger marriage, forced relationship and all of the thrill for Readers over 30! ❤️😎

You gave me Steve here as an option and it's a well known fact I tend to choose him almost all the time, but I'm not gonna lie - I got so hooked up on Curtis 👀

The idea of an old flame, potentially a first kind of hot, messy romance that was the forbidden fruit and also an introduction to all sorts of desires; now getting a chance of reigniting in a new way 🫠

And what if Curtis was your first? The one to pop your cherry, so he always kinda owned you in that primal way 😳

Maybe it's an idea that comes spontaneously to your head as you venture into one of the clubs on the supposedly neutral ground, where the rivaling mafia's men can come as well. Your and Curtis' eyes meet and the pull is strong. So you blurt out your idea (extra courage coming from half a bottle of Martini), how this would spare you from marrying someone unknown on the other side of the ocean, but also serve as a brilliant truce between your families. It would strengthen both your mafias' power against other rising forces and you know as much as your father isn't fond of Everett's family, he respects them. Especially respects the smart, if brutal, heir - Curtis.

And you know the fucking will be soooo goood 🥵

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Twenty-Six: Busted

Summary- 5.3k. Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Everyone is getting together for a dart tournament at Paulie's when everything is derailed before the night even starts.

Warnings- Unwanted attention from drunken men, vicious comments and name calling, fighting, police not taking the situation seriously, talk about Curtis's past and his mental health.

A/N- Thank you so much! Everyone who takes the time to like, share, comment, leave me messages and asks. Especially those who just feel seen in this storyline. You all have all my gratitude and appreciation. (let's be honest, I totally tear up and get all emotional) You all honestly are part of the reason I continue writing and sharing. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today for editing. Dividers made by the talented @firefly-graphics

A/N 2- Is there an award for terrible titles? Cause I should have that trophey.

Chapter Twenty-Five / Masterlist

You, Claude and Yona drove together after getting done at the school for the week, heading straight for Paulie's. The three of you were getting ready in Yona’s car, laughing amongst yourselves as makeup was applied in the car's vanity mirrors and someone played lookout while the other changed in the backseat. While you were doing the finishing last touches on your outfit, Claude was filling you and Yona in about having her first official weekend with Sophia present. You were finishing up your lipstick while in the backseat Yona helped Claude do her hair. “How are you feeling about this weekend?” 

“I’m excited. I have a bunch of games and stuff to do with her. I just… want her to like me being around when she's with her dad?” Claude fretted a bit, glancing out the window while Yona calmly braided her long hair in an intricate pattern. 

“You don’t have much to worry about. Sophia likes just about everyone. Ella and Grey are pretty good co-parents.” You assured her. “What are you doing this weekend Yona?” 

The woman whipped a couple of ties in Claude’s hair, patting on the braids to make sure none of them were loose. “Tomorrow I’m taking Edgar to do some indoor rock climbing.” She grinned in excitement. “He claims he isn't scared of heights and it's something I love doing, so we will see.” 

“Okay, that sounds pretty cool and Yona, are you like a professional stylist?!” Claude was leaning between the seats to look in the rear view mirror at the tight curls of braids Yona made in her hair, her head tilting left and right to check them out. “I would have paid a small fortune for this at a salon.” 

Yona shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I used to do my friend's hair all the time at home. What about you?” 

“Oh, I think tomorrow we are gonna have a game night with Tanya, Timmy, Ella and I think Grey was coming around too with you and Soph?” You asked Claude and she gave a nod confirming it. “Okay, I’m ready to get inside. Are you guys?” Another glance out the window made you catch sight of Curtis’s truck in its usual place as well as quite a few other regulars and out-of-state plates, meaning it was going to be a busy night.

Which you didn’t mind, that meant Curtis would spend some of the time helping Paulie at the bar making great tips and giving you a chance to shamelessly check him out while he was working. It always made some fun flirting and usually sneaking off together much to Paulie's dismay. Claiming his place of business was reputable. 

“I'm ready,” Claude said as she pushed the door open and the three of you piled out of the car to make your way to the front door, where a group of men were just stepping out and headed back to the cars that had out-of-state plates on them. None of you paid any attention to passing the loud boisterous group till one reached out to grasp your arm, stopping you in your tracks with surprise. 

“Where you running off to sweetheart?” He flashed a grin that was supposed to be flirtatious but came off more leering than anything. It made your heart tighten, reminding you so much of Jake’s grin that he flashed whenever he had you cornered. Your eyes widened in alarm as you pulled your arm from the stranger's grasp. 

“No thank you, not interested.” You said to brush him off, going to sidestep around him to re-join Claude and Yona who just noticed that you were no longer with them. You weren’t allowed to leave though, he stepped back in front of you, blocking your way. 

“Come on, I’m just trying to be nice. You could at least give me a smile.” His gaze fell down your body. You felt sick at his gaze, taking in your figure as if he was contemplating how easy you might be. From the gleam in his eyes, he wasn’t thinking you would pass him up. 

“Let me go.” You said calmly, good at hiding the flutter of unease building. 

“Y/N… You all good?” Claude re-joined you, glaring at the man in your path as she hooked her arm through yours, making you both a joint team. 

He sneered at the two of you, his circle of friends coming to enclose the space further cutting you and Claude now off from the door. There were a few cold snickers and the heavy smell of alcohol coming off of them. 

“Yeah, let's get inside, I’m sure Grey and Curtis are expecting us.” You went to lead Claude through an opening between the strangers but that too was cut off. Over their shoulder, you saw Yona take a few steps as if to join you but then dart inside. You were sure she was going for some help. 

In the few seconds all this took place, you felt helpless. It would take too long to grab the pepper spray from the keychain in your jeans pocket and Claude was gearing up to swing a punch, you felt her practically vibrating with anger next to you. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Fucking dickheads, MOVE.” She snapped, pushing against one's chest to back them up a step.

He was bigger though, an unmoveable force who she bounced off.

The original prick barked out as he waved a hand towards you. “That’s the problem with the girls around here, ungrateful bitches.” He stepped in closer to you, brushing against you momentarily to make you stumble back, his hands once more catching you to pull you aggressively in while you yelled with alarm, slapping at him while losing contact with Claude. “You should be thanking me for being willing to fuck someone like you.” 

You could have sworn you felt bile roll up your stomach while his liquored breath soured the air you were breathing, panic starting to set in. 

“Let her the fuck go.” Claude yanked at you once more into her hold and you lifted your arm, throwing a punch at the drunk stranger. Your aim fell wildly off its mark but it was enough for Claude to pull you out of his reach and then a sharp roar came up behind them. You only saw a flash of Curtis’s dark face, enraged before he struck. His fist landed firmly against the back of someone's head, pitching them against one of their drunk friends. 

“Get your fucking hands off those girls.” His voice was deep with anger, while he shoved his way between you and them, his fist landing in someone's gut, making them keel over and throw up the liquor. Grey came up to block you and Claude, sending you out of the mayhem while Edgar barrelled out of the bar to help Curtis. Yona followed out right behind him to get you guys inside. 

“Someone has to help them.” You rushed, ready to go right back out but Grey caught you to pull you back into the bar. Paulie was coming out with a bat in his hands muttering to himself as he went to go outside and from the distance, police sirens could be heard. “Curtis and Edgar are outnumbered, Grey.” You said in a panic and he shook his head at letting you go back outside. Claude and Yona went around the back of the bar to search for a first aid kit. 

“Trust me, it won’t last long. Curtis and Edgar are fine.” Grey assured you, catching you from slipping around him. “This isn’t either of their first fights. Just stay, okay? Curtis would ring my neck if I let you back out there. ” He let you go and moved to slip back outside. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” You swore, waiting all of ten seconds to burst out of the door following Grey. Several cop's cars were flashing lights and scattered around the parking lot. Officers were dragging both Curtis and Edgar into the back of one of the cars. “Hey!” You dashed down the steps to yet again be blocked by another man. 

A sober cop this time. You glared up at him while pointing to the car you just saw Curtis and Edgar piled into. “Miss, go back inside.” 

“Why the hell are you arresting them!?” Your voice raised in question. “They saved me and my friend from being harassed and assaulted.” 

“By who?” The officer stepped aside to show the majority of the men from before bloodied and being helped up. 

“Them obviously.” You snapped. “That one blocked me from going to the bar and the rest joined in him taunting us. Fuck, he even grabbed me.” 

“Okay Miss, we can take you down to the station if you want to put in a formal statement against them.” 

“You still didn’t answer why you arrested Curtis and Edgar. Why not those men?” 

You could see the flash of irritation at you, another officer coming up to join him. “Miss, please calm down.” 

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.” Your arms folded defensively against your chest as you kept pushing for an answer. “Why?” 

“Because Everett and Bell assaulted those men and…” He waved his hands at Paulie’s “Intoxicated.” 

“That is utter fucking bullshit.” You spat out and they narrowed their eyes at you. “Claude and I were attacked first and they haven’t been here long enough to be intoxicated. The guys who grabbed me, they’re the ones that are intoxicated!”

“That’s not your call to make Miss… What is your name?” 

“Y/N.” You snapped out. “When can they be picked up then?” You were raging now at the utter unfairness of what was going on. The men who harassed you were being treated by a few EMTs for what looked like bloody, possibly broken noses. They had all miraculously sobered up enough to put on a decent act. “Yes, I will be putting in a report on them.” You were shaking while you leaned enough to look around the cops. “THOSE ASSHOLES HARRASSED ME.” You flipped them the bird while behind you Paulie came up, bat still in hand. 

“She’s right, I just kicked them out for trying to start a fight.” 

“Yes, we are being told it was more like the other way around. That Edgar and Curtis were trying to start something inside with them and they left.” 

Paulie snorted in disgust while you rolled your eyes at them. “Bullshit, Curtis, and Edgar weren’t doing anything but hanging out at the dartboards waiting on the girls for a game. It’s a tournament night here. This lot took up the slot next to them and started in on them looking for a fight. Kicked 'em out, we all look out for each other here. It was my mistake not checking outside to see who was in the parking lot.” Paulie gave you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Y/N, if I just followed them out, and made sure they left...” 

You put a hand on your friend's arm, smiling at him to assure him you weren’t upset. “Don’t, you had no idea they would mess with us too.”  

“Well, we will look into it, if you got cameras set up or anything.” One officer offered a way to a solution, the other looked like he wanted to be doing anything other than dealing with you and Paulie. 

“Yeah, I have some covering the front door, it should see everything that happened out here.” He motioned to go inside, the officer following him. That left you with the one who seemed to not give a shit. 

“So, I just have to go to the station to get Curtis and Edgar?” 

“We will still be keeping them overnight.” 

You wanted to continue about how ridiculous it was, but it was clear that was the most you were going to get. Turning away, you went back into the bar to grab your stuff. “They are not letting Curtis or Edgar out tonight.” You informed the group, Yona immediately grabbed her jacket to slip back on. 

“I can drive us over.” She informed. “They were arrested?” 

“Yeah, supposedly for being publicly intoxicated. And possibly assault.” Claude handed you your purse you had ditched earlier. 

“Do you want me and Grey to go?” She questioned worriedly while Grey went to dig out his car keys. 

“No, Grey you probably shouldn’t go if you have had anything to drink or else they will find some bullshit to charge you with.” You sighed in aggravation. 

He hesitated before pulling you aside. “Listen, I don’t know what Curtis has told you, but they might give you a bit of a hard time.” 

“Why?” You frowned while listening. 

“It isn’t the first time he has been arrested for fighting and it’s been quite a while but they don't let shit go.”

“Of course.” You pinched the space between your forehead and nose. “Okay, thanks. I will drop you guys a message later about what's going on.” You waved at Grey, Claude, and Paulie on your way out with Yona. 

That little dark thought lodged in your brain, wondering if Curtis was hiding his previous arrest from you all along, or was it something he simply never thought to bring up? 

Edgar paced back and forth in the cell while Curtis leaned back against the wall, one leg stretched out ahead of him and the other folded closer to him, bouncing now and then with anxious energy. They hated this, both of them but all they could do was wait it out. The likelihood they would be let go tonight was slim. Not with his previous track record. 

His eyes were closed as he pictured the look on your face as you looked up at that asshole blocking your way on purpose. You looked calm at that moment, but he could see how wide your eyes were, shining way too brightly with alarm. He had been intent on just approaching and standing the guy down, already knowing he would back down the second he saw him.

But then the bastard had stepped into your space, purposely making you stumble back in an attempt to keep yourself out of his reach, laid a hand on you and that’s when Curtis was ready to rip the man’s head off. 

Curtis did manage to lay the man flat out with the promise that if he ever laid a hand on you or any woman again, Curtis was going to rip him apart. That was when the cops showed up. Familiar faces from years ago dragging him off and slapping cuffs on him. 

‘Bout time we brought you in again.’

He ground his teeth in aggravation at the memories it dragged up, his eyes slitting to open, watching Edgar pace back and forth muttering about asshole cops. Curtis worried about how you were dealing, were you okay? He knew Claude, Grey, Yona, and Paulie would make sure you were fine, but he just kept picturing your face. Hearing you afterward calling his name as the door slammed on him. 

You looked pissed at that moment and he couldn’t help smiling at that. 

“What are you grinning at?” Edgar stopped pacing and slouched on the bench next to him, still a ball of nervous energy. 

“Just thinking about Y/N giving those officers hell.” 

Edgar laughed then, leaning back much like Curtis was. “I saw out the back window, she was mad. Not like it do us any good, but she looked like she was ready to deck him.” 

“Yeah, she did.” Curtis barked a laugh. “I don’t think I have ever seen her mad like that before.” 

“When do you think they will let us out?” 

“They won’t, not till morning at least. Public intoxication and all that.” 

“Bullshit charge, we hadn’t even finished a beer yet,” Edgar muttered in outrage, glancing around the empty cell. “I hate this.” 

“So do I.” Curtis pushed up to stretch himself out, the bench a hard unrelenting place. He would much rather be in his bed with you, soft, and warm in his arms. “Probably those bastards will just get a slap on their hand and let go too.” 

“Fuck I hope not.”

It was hours later when they were finally let go, served with papers for fines they needed to pay. Charges were dropped against them for assault, much to Curtis’surprise. You and Yona were sitting out in the lobby, both of you huddled in the uncomfortable seats, heads leaning against one another in what must have been an unrestful sleep. Edgar was gentle when he touched Yona, his hand brushing along the side of her face, whispering her name. Curtis squatted in front of your seat, letting his hands slide over yours till your eyes slipped open and you gave him a sleepy smile, sliding forward to hug around his neck. 

“Hey, I didn’t think they were ever going to let you out.” You muttered into the crook of his neck

He squeezed you back assuringly, rubbing at your back. “They like to drag ass over this stuff. You ready to go home?” 

“Please.” You pulled back to let him go and Curtis held you against him a second longer before letting you ease off the seat, pulling himself back up to a stand. In the parking lot, you said goodbye to Edgar and Yona, who were quick to promise to call later to reschedule the missed triple date at the bar but you could tell they just wanted to head home. Neither had gotten a lot of sleep that night. Curtis was relieved to see his truck already there. 

“Grey?” 

“Yeah, he said he had a spare to your house and grabbed your extra keys.” You dug them from your purse to hand over to Curtis. 

Getting in, the drive back to the house was quiet. But not the typical comfortable kind that happened between you two, more like you had something on your mind and it was worrying you, causing unspoken tension. “Did you stay there all night Honey?”

“Hmm?” You turned back towards him just as he was pulling into the driveway, next to your car. “Oh yeah, Yona was set on staying till she at least saw Edgar, and good luck getting me to leave after what happened. Every time we asked to see either of you, they had an excuse not to let us talk to you.” You paused as if collecting your thoughts. “They seemed to not like you. At all.” 

“Mmhh, yeah,” Curtis said, he wasn’t ready to elaborate and you let it die there for now. Instead, you both made your way into the house, yawning loudly as you looked at the time. 

“Good morning, about the time I typically wake up.” You chuckle and Curtis rubbed at his face, making himself go cross-eyed a bit. 

“How about today we nap in bed instead, take a real lazy day?” 

“I could really go for that.” You shrugged out of your jacket and hung it up, offering to take his. 

“Deal, you wanna go get comfy upstairs and I will be up with some snacks?” Curtis offered. 

“I can make you something if you want?” You hesitated at the foot of the stairs, thinking out loud. “I have those veggies diced up and you got eggs, I saw them in there yesterday. I could make us western omelets.”

Curtis shook his head, directing you back towards the stairs. “Nope, I got it. Go shower if you want and get comfy… wear that tee of mine I love so much?” 

You went up a few steps, twisting to face him while still inching up the steps, grinning. “That and what else?” 

“Absolutely fucking nothing.” He gave a feral grin, even as tired as he was and you laughed while finishing going up the stairs. Curtis heard the house's old pipes groan, signaling you started your shower. It gave him plenty of time to get some of the quick easy snacks he had in the house. Grabbing some of Sophia’s granola bars, a bag of your favorite goldfish, his stash of Oreo cookies, and some other randoms he found in the pantry. Then he was sure to make you a cup of your favorite tea with generous dollops of honey to sweeten it to your liking. He took a quick sip, making sure it was how you liked it. 

Curtis finally made it upstairs where his bed never looked so good. Especially with a few of your clothes littered on it from where you undressed to shower. Dropping the snacks at the foot of the bed, he heard you turn the water off, steam flowing from out of the shower. Yanking off his shirt and pants, he walked into the bathroom in his boxers, preparing the tub for himself while you stood at the mirror doing a few last-minute things. 

“There’s a cup of tea on your nightstand Honey.” He brushed a kiss to your still bare shoulder, the towel firmly wrapped around you while you rubbed some of your lotion on your face and down your neck. 

“Thanks Curtis, water should be plenty hot. I was quick.” You smiled at him in the mirror while he shed the last of his clothes and slipped in behind the curtain. 

You finished what you were doing, sure to clean the sink off while listening to the water splash around Curtis, now and then the curtain would move with his movements. You retreated from the bathroom before he finished, crawling up on the bed and letting yourself lean back into the pillows. 

There was a lot to take in over the past several hours. Something you hadn’t let yourself ponder on till now when it was all said and done. You hated the doubt that crept in, the way Curtis had gone after all those men without any hesitation or fear, then Grey making mention that Curtis had been in trouble before. It wasn’t that you thought of Curtis as being violent, not towards you in the least and you had only heard him lose his temper with Edgar at Halloween. But Jake was always such a nice guy until he wasn’t and you never would have guessed that from him. You knew him your whole life, your father and his were partners in their consultation firm. 

But then one day it started and you always allowed it to continue while lying to yourself to be okay with it. As much as you loved Curtis, more than you ever felt for Jake, you couldn’t be that way with someone again. 

Curtis came back out, this time dressed in his plaid pajama bottoms and a faded old tee, ready to crawl into bed next to you. You took an appreciative sip of the tea that he made, letting the warm liquid calm you down a bit more while Curtis slipped into the bed next to you, making a grab for the snacks he had brought up and deposited them on the nightstand, grabbing a couple of oreo cookies and flipping one into his mouth. 

“Thank you for coming to get me at the station Honey.” He finally said, breaking the silence in the room while offering you his other cookie. 

You took it, nibbling on it a second before setting everything in your hands aside. “As I said, after seeing the way those officers were acting, I wasn’t about to leave you there.” 

“They dropped the charges surprisingly,” Curtis admitted while leaning back against the pillows, his hand coming up to your back and tracing patterns in it while he started to relax for the first time. “I wasn’t expecting that.” 

You let yourself sink into the feeling of his fingers on you, making your body slowly loosen from his touch, you were soon easing back and curling up next to him, your hand sliding against his chest while he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. “They had to drop them after Yona and I went down to fill out our reports against that group, Claude will be going in later today, she told me to do the same thing. Between us and Paulie pulling up his security videos, they weren't able to make anything solid stick. Keeping you overnight was just a way to hold you and Edgar for a while longer." You frowned with frustration.  

Curtis tilted forward to press an affectionate kiss to your forehead, scooping you in closer to him.

"It should have never fucking happened. You, Yona, and Claude should be able to walk across a parking lot at any time." 

You felt the tip of his fingers lift your chin so you looked up at him, the sheer concern in his expression, the way his eyes were a wide blue boring into you, you yet again felt foolish over your concern that this man would in any way hurt you. “Curtis…” You twisted to your hip to face him, letting there be a bit of space between you so you could comfortably look at him to talk. "Yes, I was scared at the moment, but I knew you were close.” 

“Mmmh, They will probably just get a slap on the wrist and nothing further than that.” He practically growled and you let your hand raise to smooth the worried lines in his forehead. 

“Unfortunately that is probably gonna be the case. I hope that they learned a lesson in what the word ‘No’ means though. You and Edgar left them quite a few reminders” You let your hand drop once his forehead smoothed out. “But Grey said that you were familiar with the cops picking you up?” You hesitated, not wanting to bring up his past like this, but you had to know. 

Curtis nodded a bit to confirm. “I can’t say the local Duluth precinct and I are on the best of terms. Of course, this was many years ago, but bar fights weren’t an uncommon thing for me.

You stayed quiet, intent on letting him continue with whatever he wanted to share. “As a young man… I was angry? Lost and unsure of myself, my grandparents did an amazing job being my parents. But I was still mad at the world for having never gotten to have that time with my mom and dad, I never got to see Tyler grow into the man he should have been. I had so many what-ifs built in me. Lillian and Wilford tried to help me, but you know when you are young you miss what is right in front of you.” 

“So all this anger, it turned into fighting?” 

“It did, I would get into it with other people. Looking for it I guess would be the best way to put it. It was the only thing that made me feel good.” He glanced at you worriedly but you kept your features neutral. “I don’t know if I’m explaining it right, I was an angry young man. I’m glad you didn’t know me then.” 

“Hey, we all have our shit, right?” You said with a gentle smile. “Keep going, what happened?” 

“I hit rock bottom. Had to spend some time at a minimum security prison. Not long, but it was several months. My Gram came to visit me several times, and my grandfather did a couple of times. But it was easy to see how disappointed he was. I hated it, I was ashamed of how low I went with it. The judge released me and I went to Nam for a more permanent job.” His fingers flowed up and down your arm, making pleasured sensations settle in you, retaining that connection even while you two were separated a bit to face each other. “Sent me to training and I started from the bottom up. Grandpa was retired by then so I worked up to his position.” 

“You must have wanted the change to work that hard Curtis.” You wiggled a bit closer. “Did all those feelings, the anger… they stop?” 

“Um, I channeled them in a new way. Grey and I were friends during this time, he was always trying to get me to go with him to his uncle's gym, just beyond the school called Big Jon Boxing.

When I got out, I finally took him up on the offer. Big Jon taught me some boxing, tossed me in the ring to punch and kick out all those feelings.” 

You half pushed up, leaning on an elbow. “You’re just sharing with me that you can box?” 

Curtis laughed, shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah, pretty good at it too, not to brag.” 

“Do you still go?” You eased down again, now back in his side, curling a leg through his. 

“I haven’t in a while, not since last summer. Grey was telling me Big Jon was asking when I’m coming back.” 

“So since you met me?” You huffed out, making Curtis chuckle again. 

“Well, I also have some equipment down in the cellar for when I couldn’t go. But yeah… I haven’t felt the need to.” 

You smiled a bit to yourself, it was hard not to feel a bit of pride that Curtis didn’t need such an outlet. Your hand slipped under his tee, tracing your fingertips on his belly, sinking into your thoughts. “Would you go back?” 

“Of course, it is like another home, much like Paulie’s is. I just… haven’t. Actually, in light of what happened, would you like to go?” 

“Me? To a gym?” You wrinkled your nose, the idea of it making you wildly self-conscious. Gym’s always felt like a nightmare, all those fit people and then there is you. You tried, in the past. You went to Jake’s gym using his membership. Always when he was at work, not that he ever said anything, but you could tell that he was embarrassed to see you struggling with the equipment. 

“Yes you Honey. We can teach you some self-defense moves in case you ever feel unsafe or have to be alone.” His hand was assuring on your side, all while his belly flexed under your fingertips. You felt him grasp at the back of your thighs, easing you over him till you were straddling him, leaning against his chest till you pushed up to a sit, using your knees folded under you to keep from leaning too heavily against him. Underneath you he looked perfectly relaxed and content, waiting on you to sort through your doubts and fears about going to the gym. “You could knock Edgar out next time he pisses you off.” He smirked at you and you couldn’t help the little amused smile you gave at your friend's expense. 

“So tempting, but…” 

“But what Honey.” His hands slipped up the bare part of your thighs to grasp gently on your hips and ease you to relax against him. “Tell me.” 

“It’s the gym, full of beautiful fit people.” 

“Nah, this is a cool gym. It’s for everyone.” Curtis said. His hands flexed against your hips, making him smirk a bit up at you. “I could buy you all those hot leggings too. All the leggings.” His eyes glinted up at you wickedly, making you feel heat flush your face and down your chest, your heart race in excitement and apprehension. 

“I have leggings already Curtis, you don’t have to buy me more.” 

“I know and you are always fucking hot in them.” He slipped a hand up your back to lightly grasp the back of your neck, pulling you in close for his mouth to find yours, drawing you into a heated kiss as he set out to prove just what he felt when seeing you in those leggings. Being tired completely forgotten when he flipped you to your back and hovered over you, chaining kisses down your neck and working your shirt up while you did the same with his to toss it away for the rest of the day. 

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Pairing: Motocross!Curtis Everett x Female Reader Summary: Curtis can't stand you. At least, that's what he tells himself. Word Count: Over 820 Warnings: Very mild eventual enemies to lovers, quick judgement, light banter, Curtis doesn't want to admit he wants you. Motocross!Curtis Everett (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Meet Rusty and Princess! My first time writing for Curtis. Excited to dive into their eventual romance. Thanks to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for looking this over, @buckyownsmylife for the Rusty nickname, and @nocturne-pisces for previous discussions. Any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly, banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated! ❤️

Curtis Everett couldn’t stand you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

When he wasn’t racing or practicing, he worked at the salvage yard that your father owned. He didn’t mind the work and the pay was decent.

Between his job and the tracks, he was bound to be surrounded by dirt and grime.

While he enjoyed working for your dad, who showed time and again that he was a hard worker who respected his employees, you were a different story.

The first time he spotted you at the yard, you walked toward the office with a casual sort of haughtiness that made him sneer.

Your purse likely cost more than his entire paycheck, as did the rest of your outfit.

Glancing at your manicured nails as you stopped walking, he wondered if you ever worked a day in your life.

A princess amongst peasants. He knew the type all too well.

“Excuse me,” you said, sliding your sunglasses down to stare at him with a cool, assessing gaze when he didn’t say anything. “Excuse me.”

“What do you want?” Curtis asked, thankful that it wasn’t his customer service skills he was paid for.

“You’re kind of standing in front of the door and I’d like to go inside.”

“Please, tell me you’re not applying for a job here,” he said before he could stop himself, looking you up and down. “You’re a little overdressed.”

He did not sweep his gaze over you because he found you attractive.

You lifted your chin with a grin. “I have a job, thanks. I’m actually here to see my dad.”

Curtis glanced at the door over his shoulder before looking back at you. “Your dad?”

“Yeah, my dad,” you said, taking a cautious step forward, like you were afraid you’d scuff your shoe. “He owns this place.”

Looking you over again, he couldn’t imagine you as the boss's daughter.

Your blue collar father who tore it up on the track before he stopped racing years ago didn’t seem like the type to raise a spoiled brat.

To be fair, Curtis didn’t actually know if you were a brat. He knew better than to judge a book by its cover.

But he already placed you in the “first class” section of his mind.

Too good for someone like him.

“So, may I please go inside?” you asked, sliding your sunglasses back up. “You’re still standing in front of the door.”

“By all means, princess,” he said, taking a bow before he stepped to the side.

You scoffed as you brushed past him, the sweet scent of your perfume lingering in the air. “Aww, if I’m a princess, does that make you my brave knight?”

“Not a chance,” he muttered, torn between purposely bumping into you to get your clothes dirty or shoving you against the door and kissing you.

No, he was not going to think of how your lips would taste. He refused.

“That’s too bad,” you said over your shoulder. “So nice to meet you, Rusty.”

“My name is Curtis,” he said through his teeth, wondering why he bothered correcting you.

“Tell that to the name on your shirt and the dirt on your face. Bye, Rusty!” you said, shutting the door behind you.

"It's Curtis!" he shouted, snatching the hat off his head and almost throwing it in frustration.

He vented later that day to Daisy, one of his only female friends.

“Just because she dresses well doesn’t mean she’s stuck up. Maybe she just likes to look nice."

"No, she's a stuck up pretty princess," he argued.

"You just called her pretty."

"When are you gonna ask Steve out?" he asked, changing the subject because he refused to focus on the fact that you were pretty.

No, he already made his mind up about you.

It didn’t matter that you started stopping by the yard more to bring your dad and the crew food, which he grudgingly accepted after Edgar gave him a hard time.

"She's just sucking up," Curtis said, wiping his hands before he grabbed a sandwich.

"It's working," Edgar said with a mouthful of food.

It never once got under his skin that you still called him “Rusty” with a smirk whenever he called you "Princess".

"You know my name, Princess. Watch where you're stepping."

"Careful, Rusty," you teased. "I'll start to think you care if I get dirty."

And it didn't mean a thing when you stepped into the office late one night to help sort your dad's paperwork when he had to leave early.

Which was the first time he saw you look less than perfect when he caught you wiping a stray tear away as you headed back to your car.

He thought of calling after you to see if you were okay, but he didn't. He was probably seeing things.

Besides, it wasn't any of his business. You weren't his girl.

A princess like you never would be.

What do we think, lovelies? And, yes, Daisy is another reader who is totally crushing on Steve Rogers. Curtis approves. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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The Joke (Husband!Sherlock | Wife!Reader) ♥️

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Wrong Place, Right Time (Dark Burglar!Curtis | Naive!You) 🖤

Fiddle (Soft-Dark Army Chief!Curtis Everett | Spoiled Crown Princess!You) ❤️

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CE characters snippets

Birthday post for CE- Creampuffs

-> Steve Rogers

-> Andy Barber

-> Ransom Drysdale

-> Lloyd Hansen

-> Curtis Everett

-> Johnny Storm

-> Ari Levinson

-> Together Or Not At All

Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @jamneuromain

-> Bucky Barnes

-> Lance Tucker

Stucky

-> Steve x Bucky

Mermaid AUs

Different au’s below

-> my treasure Avengers as pirates

-> Drowning siren

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared.

CaptainAmerica!Steve Rogers x mermaid!reader

Boxer au

-> Broken bones and broken hearts [ collab with @jamneuromain ]

Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader

There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Highschool au

-> “Teach Me How To Be Good”

Student!Steve Rogers x tutor!reader

Tutor!reader helps Steve prepare for his math exams. He’s totally falling for her, but she doesn’t want him. She’s older, a college student. 25.

And he’s only a Highschool sweetheart turning 18.

Besides. He’s an inexperienced virgin.

And you? Oh you have a big secret he’s not ready to find out.

Stripper Au

-> It’s all about the…

Stripper Steve Rogers x Rich!reader

-> Better than boys

Boyfriends Dad Andy Barber x Reader

Demon Au

-> Highway to hell

Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

[ one shots collection with; Demon reader x Cousin!Jake, x Cop!Lloyd, x bartender!Ari, x uncle!Curtis, x Stepdad!Andy, x priest!Steve

Requests are open! -> Chris E and Sebastian S characters

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Sweetest Thing - 1

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female!Reader

Words: 4.5+k

Summary: When reader decides to start over, she moves to a new town hoping that she can make in the world on her own.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, nothing too bad, more world building than anything

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Just the thought of starting your new life was all the reason you needed to finally open your eyes. The sight of your room fills you with joy—you’d decorated it yourself, and spared no expense. The walls are painted a baby-soft pink, offset by the butter-soft white sheets that adorn your bed. Soft, sheer curtains blocked the rising sun on the other side of the wide window, beneath which was a plush window seat. You already made up your mind that this area would be for when you wanted to look out and take in the world without having to leave your home. Two small side tables accompanied each side of the bed, holding a small vase housing a plant that you are currently trying your very best not to kill.

When buying that particular plant, you knew that it would probably not last long. But you were determined to live on your own and take on the responsibilities of a proper homeowner. The warmth of your bed enveloped you like the bear hugs that your daddy used to give you. The feeling was so good that you decided that maybe thirty more minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt.

… Or that was the intention.

The next time that you blinked your eyes open, the sun had finally shown its beautiful face through your curtains, and the faint noises of cars passing by indicated that everyone on your street was up. You sit up, rubbing the remnants of your satisfying sleep from your eyes, and raising your arms to stretch. The comfortable silence that you were striving for was here and you smiled at the realization.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed to slip your feet into the softness of your bedroom slippers, an item that you couldn’t leave without. Everything from your old life was dead and gone… except for those slippers. They were the last things that you received from your grandmother before her untimely passing. She was the only person, besides your dad, who really and truly wanted the best for you.

Victoria de Montfort was a name to be reckoned with in the world of fashion. She made such a name for herself that you suspect the generations following you will still be called fashion royalty. She was a powerhouse, her attention to detail in every stitch. She poured herself into each piece—that was something she’d taught you, too.

“Nothing means anything without love.”

After doing your morning hygiene routine of brushing your teeth, skincare, and a shower, you go downstairs and head straight for the kitchen. With you waking up so late, your stomach was saying some not-so-nice things to you and you needed food immediately. Another lesson that your grandmother taught you was to always keep a clean kitchen. No matter if you didn’t need to clean while you were still under your parents’ roof.

You lived a very wealthy life before this, and you know that naturally, anyone would wonder why you gave it all up. If anyone would outright ask you, they would think that they were part of a soap opera with all the drama that you had to endure. It took all the strength that you could muster to leave the comfortable life you’d known. But you weren’t happy—your mother, Nora, made sure of it. To her, you were just another link in the chain of the De Monfort family, and she’d groomed you to be the perfect heiress.

In a sick way, you had to thank her for being the evil woman that she was. If she hadn’t pushed so hard, you never would have decided to start your new life. With the constant bullying you’d endured from both your mother and brother, Caden, you had enough stories for your future therapist to write volumes. If they hadn’t pushed you away, you'd never have found yourself here— in Camden, Maine, living the life you’d thought you’d never have.

You step onto the tiled floor of your kitchen, standing there for a moment to take in the area as a whole. A wide kitchen island sits in the center of the room, and the counters are littered with your growing collection of silver appliances. The surfaces on the stove and counters gleamed beautifully in the sun, innocent of the future stains of your failed attempts to learn to cook and bake. Something that you couldn’t do because the De Montfort’s never lifted a finger.

Luckily for you, Grandma Victoria showed you a few recipes that stuck with you, ones that she would make for you when no one was looking. On mornings when it was just you and her, she would make the most sinful thing — a heaping stack of chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and a hot side of bacon. That was one secret that you were more than happy to keep from your own family.

The kitchen smelled just as it did when you were a little girl. The sweetness of the chocolate chips mixed with the syrupy sweet concoction of the maple bacon had your mouth salivating the entire time that they sizzled in the pan. You sit down at the table, setting it beforehand with your utensils and orange juice. You happily sit down with your plate in both hands, setting it on the table and saying a quick thanks before digging in.

Cutting into the pancakes is like a breath of fresh air, and you groaned with satisfaction when the familiar sweet taste touched your tongue. The mixture of flavors sent you back to your grandmother’s quaint kitchen table.

Whenever she had some time to herself, she would take impromptu “vacations” and would go off the grid, no one hearing a word from her.

But not you…

One vacation in particular was a week-long trip to Aspen. It called for heavy clothes at all times. The snow sparkled in your innocent eyes, nose moist as you tried to withstand the cold. You marveled at the pillows of soft ice on the ground, wanting to be one with it.

And so you were…

Without hesitation, you pulled off your bubble coat, tossing it on the ground as you fell back, feeling the instant coldness on your skin. You sigh in contentment, letting your joy fill you with warmth against the coolness. Bursts of laughter erupt from your lips, not paying attention to someone else watching you.

Victoria watched on, startled at first to see you doing something so ridiculous. But she warmed at the pure joy radiating from you and she could swear she saw her younger self lying in the same spot as you.

Her soft chuckle rouses you from your world, snapping up to see your grandmother with the most loving smile on her face. You tilt your head a bit, sure that you were in trouble but her face said something different, “You okay, Grammie?” You say in a confused tone.

She chuckles again, shaking her head, “More than, sweet bee, it’s like I’m looking at my younger self….”

As you enjoyed the most perfect breakfast, you couldn’t help but think of your grandmother and how proud she would be of you. To know that you got out and dared to start your path was something that you always wanted to do. Sure being wealthy had it’s perks but was that living?

One thing is for sure, you were going to find out and seek out a life that you could be proud of. As you begin to get lost in your thoughts, you hear a familiar sound coming from the kitchen island that held your phone. The ringtone only belonged to your one and only best friend, Thea. Your body moved before your feet could, rushing over to snatch your phone off the counter and answering quickly.

“Hello?” You answered, almost out of breath.

“It hasn’t been two days and you’re already whoring,” she says amused. You roll your eyes at her, eliciting that laugh that you missed so much.

“Yeah, yeah laugh it up. I haven’t even been out of this house yet to touch anything or anyone,” snickering as you looked at your friend who had a gleam in her eye, “What is it?” You ask, pulling a stool from the island and taking a seat.

A tremble formed on Thea’s lips and she continued to keep her eyes on you. You knew that she was getting emotional and before you could even say another word, she burst into tears. It didn’t take much for those salty drops of fluid to form in her eyes, Thea was just like that.

She was the most normal person in your life besides your grandmother. You two grew up together in the same circles. Although, her family were less… vapid than yours. Thea had been a breath of fresh air to your high-strung situation. You two were each other’s safe space and she was the only person that knew exactly where you were.

Everyone else knew that you were gone for some “you” time. That’s the story that your mother was pushing around since your untimely departure. You stare at the screen watching Thea’s eyes well with tears as she begins to talk super fast.

“It’sjusthtatyoudiditandi’msohappyforyou,” she says quickly, unable to form her words correctly as she bawled in front of you.

You were so used to her antics that you knew that you just had to let her go on with her spiel before you could get a word in.

“You’re doing it again! Slow down weirdo,” you chuckle as she lets out a watery laugh.

A smile forms on Thea’s lips as she grabs a nearby tissue to fix her face, “You know how I get. I’m proud of my friend! She finally got out of that castle with that evil dragon of a mother,” disgust on her tongue as she made a fake retching sound.

If anyone was a hater of Nora De Monfort, Thea would put them to shame. To say she loathed your mother was an understatement. If she met her untimely demise, Thea would plan an entire parade around your mother’s death.

And you can’t say that you wouldn’t be in attendance…

You and Thea talked on the phone for almost an hour. Catching up on the move, what you needed to do, and how her life was going. It was nice to know that she was slowly making a name for herself and getting comfortable with becoming a well-known socialite. The lights and fame were where Thea shined the most and she knew how to balance that life and still be her true self.

After you two caught up, you let her know that you had some errands to run and the first place on your list was to find a hardware store to add some more embellishments to your room. You were thinking of adding a small shelf above your bed to put some added Knick knacks, plants, or even pictures. It was whatever your heart desired and this was going to be your little project.

Pushing open the door of Everett Hardware Store, the ringing of the bell startled you a bit making you jump in alertness. A man with a weathered face, placed his eyes on you, freezing you in place. But it didn’t last for long as you were put at ease by the wide smile he gave you.

“Welcome to Everett Hardware! You don’t seem like you’re from around here and I should know,” he chuckles, never taking his eyes off you, “The name’s Jerry, little missy, what can I do for ya?”

“I’m looking for wood? I guess? I’m not sure…”

“Well, what do you need the wood for?”

“I’m trying to build a mantel to go over my bed. Something big enough that I can put some plants or little decor pieces,” you say with certainty. You were determined to do this for yourself.

Jerry furrows his brow in thought, a low sound coming from his throat, “Seems like a good maple wood would be good for that. You’ll go down to aisle 4 and if you want I can help pick out a nice maple for you.”

“That’d be great and can I ask another question, Jerry?”

“Shoot.”

“What would I need to do the mantel?”

Jerry’s eyebrows rose at that question, “A pretty lady like you? Doing her dirty work. Now I don’t think I can let that happen,” he says, folding his arms.

You stare at Jerry in confusion, “Hey! I can do it!”

“And I don’t doubt you can but, what you’re trying to do ain’t a one-person job. I tell you what, I know a guy that will have that mantel up in an hour… two if you’re trying to get fancy.”

“Well, I do have a little fancy about me,” you say, doing a slight curtsy that made Jerry erupt with laughter.

“Funny gal, We’ll get along just fine. Just as a new member in the community, we want to make sure our own is taken care of. You pay for the wood and I’ll have my guy come and get that fancy mantel of yours done in no time.”

“Oh no that wou-“ your words cut off before you could even finish them as you see Jerry put his hand up.

“Now I won’t hear another thing, little lady. Let’s get you something nice,” determination in his voice and he leads you to the aisle holding all sorts of wood.

He was just like your grandmother, stubborn and wouldn’t hear a thing from anyone who lent a helping hand too. That made you feel a little more at ease as you followed Jerry down the aisle, amazed at all the different types of wood and the sweet smell coming from the maple solidified the suggestion that Jerry made.

Your eyes landed on a thick piece, sturdy and looking heavy enough to hold just the right amount of things that you wanted to put on it. Taking a look at Jerry, you point up to the piece of wood high on the shelf, “I like that one. It speaks to me and that’s the only one I want,” you take a subtle gulp, not used to getting your way where it counted, you were ready for a rebuttal and you didn’t get one.

A gleam came into Jerry’s eyes as he did a deep chuckle, “You got a good eye, I’ll tell ya that! Would have been my pick too.”

The time at the hardware store was your first time paying for anything in your life. Usually, others did the shopping for you and it was refreshing to be able to pay for something that was all yours. You and Jerry found the right size of maple wood for the mantel and even bought some tools — just in case you were in the mood to fix other things in your house.

He helped you load everything in the car before mentioning someone by the name of Curtis would be stopping by to help with the mantel. You let out a sigh, shaking your head at him, “I swear I have it, Jerry. That’s too much.”

Jerry folds his arms, dead set on what he promised, “This ain’t up for discussion, little lady. Think of it as a welcome present from the town,” a small smile appearing on his lips, “It’s okay to get some help sometime. If you want, maybe Curtis will let ya help. Show you a few tips or two,” you could no longer decline the gesture.

“Okay… okay. I’ll let him come over. Under one condition…”

“I’m sure he can meet yer’ demands. What’s the condition?”

“He can’t say no.”

Jerry furrows his brow, unable to grasp what you just said, “He can’t say no… to what?”

“To anything. Not that I will ask him to do anything crazy. But that’s the rule,” you wanted to hide or disappear for making a rule. You didn’t know how this would play out but you were proud of yourself.

Jerry shrugged his shoulders, “Alright. I’ll let him know. Now if he’ll listen is the real challenge,” he chuckles, walking back to the store, pushing the door open, “Go easy on him will ya?”

“I’ll try my best,” your words caught in laughter as you waved goodbye and got back in your car. You take the scenic route back home, looking at all the places that Camden has to offer. Down the street from the hardware store was a cozy-looking coffee shop, small enough to fit enough people and you made a note to visit later. Maybe even tomorrow.

You take in the oranges, yellows, and golds for the leaves littering the streets, signaling the changing season. The noticeable change in temperature when you first got here was indicative that you may see some snow for the first time in ages. That puts a small smile on your face as you turn into the driveway, happy that you made it back home.

Home….home…

Something that you haven’t felt in a long time came back to you and all you could do was enjoy that moment for a while, lying your head back against the seat as you finally realize that you have a home of your own. Your place of peace.

Thunk

“Ouch..”

Thunk… THUNK!!

“OW!! Dammit!!” You screech out, dropping the hammer to the floor and you suck on your injured thumb. The stinging pain ran down the whole of your thumb, throbbing slowly as you tried to quell the discomfort. It was hour 2 of trying to put the mantel up and no YouTube tutorial in the world could help the obvious.

You were not a handy person…

Nor did you have enough manpower to get the job done. There was no way you would be able to hold a heavy piece of wood and drill it into the wall. At least that’s the excuse that you came up with. You got off the ladder, frustrated by the entire idea.

But one thing is for sure; you couldn’t be mad and hungry. You didn’t have the energy to attempt to cook anything so you decided that pizza or takeout would be the greatest choice. With a half-defeated spirit, you plop down on your couch and start to search for restaurants on your phone. There were a couple of pizza places that stood out as well as some Thai and Chinese places.

You were stuck on both but before you could make a choice, a ring at the bell startled you, making your head snap to the door. The figure on the outside covered the entire length of the door so you couldn’t get a good look at the person’s face. The bell rings again and you stay still, uncertain if you should answer or not.

“Maybe they’ll go away…” you thought to yourself, noticing some movement at your door before the person stood still again.

A ding coming from your phone fills the room and you jump, finding it behind you as you look to see what app went off or your weekly email from your dad that you don’t bother reading. Instead, you see a text message from an unfamiliar number reading.

It’s Curtis from the hardware store. Jerry told me to come over. Just wondering if you’re home.

“Shit!” You whispered loudly, running up to the door to swing it open. Curtis steps back, giving you a first look at him as you crane your neck up to look at him. He is… very tall with a clean buzz cut to match the neatly trimmed beard on his face. His plaid shirt spread over his expansive shoulders, a thin cotton shirt hugging the noticeable broad chest that could be a great pillow for someone.

Or you….

Nope! You couldn’t be thinking this way about a stranger, even if he looked like a warm hug and a piece of art. You have been staring at him for too long, the clearing of his throat snapped you back to reality and you finally could think, “Um, you’re Curtis? Jerry’s guy right?”

Curtis chuckled, adjusting his bag as he took a look at you, “Yeah I’m the guy. I help him out sometimes,” a smirk pulled on his lips as if he knew something you didn’t.

But it was no matter, you needed a mantel and you were going to let him do it, “So Curtis… Chinese or pizza?” You say as your stomach grumbles for something greasy, “Pick or I’m choosing both,” you look at him with a straight face, feeling small on the inside with him almost towering over you.

“I’m not opposed to both and I’ll even pay for it.”

“Nope. I pay. You fix. There’s a hammer that lost it’s life in there and I just can’t go back into that massacre. So, I’ll pay and feed you. That a deal?”

Curtis takes one long look at you, standing straight before shrugging his shoulders, “It’s not like I can say no, right? You are the boss, ma’am.”

A tiny shock sent through when he said those words, but you quelled it down before you were able to speak, “I like you already Curtis. I think we’ll be just fine,” you smile, moving out of his way so that he can come in.

A small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth before he walks past you, stopping to lean down, “ You had me at food, ma’am. I’ll never say no to eating,” he steps into your house as you follow behind, closing and locking up. Curtis takes a look around, making note of the familiarity of the house, “This is the old Hancock place. We didn’t think they would ever sell it,” the timbre of his voice trailing as he begins to look around the place.

You follow behind him, mimicking the path of his sight as you notice some things that need to be repainted or even redone. The mention of the previous owners intrigues you and you decide to ask, “Were they well known around here?”

“One of many. I live down the street so I was here many days playing with the other kids. Time goes by fast is all,” a small smile pulls at this lip as he turns to you, “By the looks of everything, I think this house is in good hands.”

His words warm you in a way that you’ve never felt before, causing a nervous chuckle to escape you before you could stifle it. You quickly recover, taking a deep breath as you try to change the subject, “Ready to see the bomb I let off in my room?” Smirking a bit as you begin to walk down the hallway.

Curtis follows along, snickering at you, “I’m sure it’s not that….” He takes a look at your room as he stands at the threshold, taking everything in. “What exactly did you try to do in here?” Genuine confusion on his face as he tries to make sense of all the scattered materials on your floor.

You stand in the middle of the room, looking around before looking at him, “I was trying to put my mantle up. I read all the instructions, looked at tutorials and nothing,” You knew that you should have waited but determination surperceded your memory. Which is why you were in the predicament you were in now. You look around, finally seeing the actually mess in your room, feeling your heart race and before you knew it… “You know what? Let me clean this up. Shit… I should have never… I’m so sorry let me get this cleaned up. I’ll be quick, I promise,” you say hurriedly as you begin to pick things up and put them back down, feeling the frustration arise as you try to grab anything on the floor in sight.

The sight before Curtis was like a tornado and he needed to stop it before you went into a full on panic attack. He steps over, placing his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you, “Woah, woah! Slow down there. It’s fine, I’ve seen worse okay?” He says softly, keeping you in place as you begin to calm down, breathing deeply, “There you go, keep breathing,” his instructions are all you can hear as the blood lowers from your ears slowly. You hadn’t felt that feeling in months and one mistake sent you into a frenzy.

You’re not there anymore…

You’re free…

You’re going to be okay…

You repeat that in your head over and over, listening to Curtis as you keep your breath steady until you no longer feel that familiar tightness in your chest. The room begins to come back into view the first thing you see is the cerulean orbs staring down at you. For a moment, you see just a speck of green in them and you decide to get lost for just a second.

The sound of your name brings you back to life as you hear it come from Curtis’s lips, sounding like a the sweetest thing you ever heard. He’s silent for a second, paying attention to beauty of your eyes, clearing his throat before he sees you fully alert, “You okay?”

You do a quick nod, taking another deep breath, “Yeah… yeah. I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t sweat it. We all get overwhelmed,” he says in a reassuring tone as she squeezes your shoulders lightly, “Relax. I’m here to fix and you have some food to order. M’ not picky either,” he smirks lightly as you let out a soft laugh.

“Who’s the boss here, you or me?”

Curtis takes a deep breath, letting out a quick chuckle, “You are and what happened to the food boss?”

“Oh right! What kind of boss am I?” You teased, pulling away from him and walking out of the room, “One round of sinful food coming up!” You shout, going out to grab your phone before sitting down. You take another breath, replaying the way Cursis said your name. It wasn’t said with vitriol or disgust.

But with care…

You wanted him to say again. Just like that… Just to give you something that you always craved….

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Kindly Unspoken, Part 8

Summary:  Amaris meets Howard and Tara

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader, Amaris Everett X Reader, The Everett’s

Rating:  🥹

Warnings:  mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3K

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“Amaris?” You poke your head in the little girl’s room, and she drops one of her critters to turn and look at you with a smile, “How was your stay?”

“I like it here.  Are there really no kids in this family?  Just the baby?” You nod your head yes with a sweet smile, walking over to sit on her made bed.  “I did it myself,” she smiles, cleaning up the few critters before walking over to sit beside you.  “I never had my own stuff.”

“Does it bother you?” She shrugs her shoulders, and pulls her bunny over to her lap, giving him a quick hug.  “Is it just a lot?” She nods her head, resting her chin on the bunny’s head, and you extend a hand to rest on her knee, “It’s okay.  They love you, and are willing to do whatever they need to do to make you comfortable.”

“It’s weird that I’m the only kid.”

“Not for long.  Your dad…he was struggling to deal with your mother’s death.  Your uncle Curtis, I think he’s a bit annoying to find someone to have a kid with,” her little nose scrunches up, and she looks up at you with a giggle.  “Your uncle Hayden is having a baby soon.  He’s the same age your mother was when you were born.”

“Do you think my dad will want more kids?  I’m okay with cousins, but this big house just seems empty.  There’s empty rooms.  Everyone had their own beds last night.”

“I think if your dad found the right person to have kids with, he would consider it.  Do you want a brother or sister?”

She looks at you, giggling again, “Yeah, I’m used to having all these kids around.  He’s handsome isn’t he?  My dad, he’s handsome?” You look over at her to see her peeking up at you when you nod your head.  “Do you think I look like him?”

“I think you look just like your mom, but those eyes, those come from him.”

“I made a Christmas list last night,” she stands walking over to her doll house.  Picking up a few things, “I like this, but I love these,” she sits at a table with a growing town of critters.  “Andy…dad helped me pick out a few more.  He’s gonna take my desk out of here, and put it downstairs, and have a big table for all of them.  It’ll go from here to here,” she shows you the distance of the table, and her eyes start to light up.  “I’ll have room to grow my city.  It’s just a lot.”

“The toys?  The attention?  The love?” She nods at you picking up a little rabbit critter, moving it to another location, “You deserve all that Amaris.  These people, your family, they love you and just want to make sure you have everything you need and want.  They just missed out on so much of your life.  It won’t always be this much.”

“I know,” marching over to a long ribbon holding a ton of bows, she picks one off, and walks over to you, “Can you put it in my hair?”

“You nervous?”

“What if they don’t like me?”

“Oh, sweet girl,” you hum, spinning her around to look at her.  She really did have eyes that were exactly like her father’s.  Bright blue, with a few spots of green, “You saw how your aunt and uncles loved you immediately.  Your grandparents will love you so much.”

“I’m not my mom though.”

“I know.  It’ll be overwhelming to them, remember, they lost their daughter, and you look just like her.  But they’re going to love you for you.  It’ll be two more people to love and spoil you, and Doll tells me they have a stinky farting dog,” she giggles up at you, reaching her hand for your own.

“Will you stay with me?”

“I wasn’t supposed to.  I was coming to check how your night was.”

“But, will you stay with me?  New people kinda scare me.  And I like you.  You get me,” you nod your head, starting to walk out of her bedroom when you spot Curtis jumping back from your bag, “I’ve heard about you and being sneaky, Curtis,” she giggles, and you walk over to your bag, extending a hand out.

“What did I take?”  He asks with that annoying little grin.

“Give me the gray sticky notes,” Curtis hangs his mouth open, but slaps the notes into your hand, mumbling something.  “Are you going to torture me every time I’m around you?” He chuckles, nodding his head.  “Why?”

“It’s fascinating how you just know.  You know?  Like not just the color coordinating, which by the way, I love that you have this whole color scheme depending on where you are.  Reminds me of someone.  But you just know with barely looking at your stuff what I took.”

“It’s a long story, Mr. Everett.  Maybe another time we can unpack my childhood, but for now, how about we go to your parents.  I’m sure Amaris is ready to meet the rest of her family, huh?” She squeezes your hand just a bit tighter, but nods her head.  “Your aunt and uncle, and Doodle are already there.  Remember, Doodle can sense distress, so he will lay his head on your lap to comfort you, okay?”

“Okay.  Andy…dad?  You ready?”

“Of course,” he says, grabbing her other hand.  Andy hopes in time that she would not hesitate in what she called him, but it was still new and she was still trying to figure out her place in the family.  

You however notice how both her and Andy take a deep breath, nearly at the same time.  Huffing it out with the same force.  It was adorable how this little girl wasn’t raised with her family, but still had their mannerisms.

“Hayden!” Tara shouts at her son, while Doll puts her hand over his mouth giggling.  “Hayden Elias Everett, you are keeping something from me.  Doll, get off of him.”

“I can’t.  Hayden, quit moving around so much, you’re going to disturb the baby,” Tara knew that her son’s wife had distracted him enough when his mouth drops open, and his hand moves over to her belly, leaning over to kiss on that tiny swell.

“You’re fighting dirty, miss.  You’re using that precious jellybean to get him to lie to his mother,” Hayden’s eyes slowly look up at his wife, pouting, and she shakes her head no.  “Why?”

“We have a surprise, well, Andy is bringing a surprise.”

“Yes, Andy Barber is coming to this house, and bringing you and dad a surprise, isn’t he Doodle Dude?” Doodle trots over to Tara, laying his head on her lap, and Tootles barks at him from Howard’s lap.  

“Princess, be nice to your…what did we decide he was?  Cousin?  Nephew?  Brother?  I can’t keep up with dog genealogy.  Just be…nice,” his eyes drift towards the door as footsteps approach.  Doll curls up in Hayden’s lap, pulling his hand to her stomach, while Tara stands to open the door.

“Tara,” Andy extends a hand to her.  Standing in front of Amaris but she peeks from behind him, and when Tara gasps, she hides her face again.  “Howard, I want you two to meet someone.  Come on, little bit,” Amaris shakes her head no, but her little hand grabs onto Andy’s, and she pushes her face in his back.  “Amaris, you sure?”

Reaching behind him, he gives her bunny a little tug.  “Sweetheart, you need Doodle?”

“No, I want to be invisible.”

“Andy…what…who do…who do you got there?” The little girl peeks her head back around Andy slowly, and the moment that her face is fully exposed, Tara’s hand covers her mouth.  There was no denying who this little girl belonged to.  It was like seeing her daughter all over again.

Big round eyes, and a face that could make you forgive any of her transgressions.  She gives Tara a smile, and the woman struggles to breathe.  Hiccuping out Howard’s name, when she gets down to her knees, holding out a hand for Amaris.  “What’s your name?”

“Amaris Mae Everett.”

“Oh, god,” Tara, lets her tears waterfall down her cheeks, and Howard stands, placing a calming hand on her shoulder, “Where…I don’t even know what to say?”

“It’s not important right now,” Andy interjects, still holding Amaris’ hand, and she grabs yours, leading the two of you into the house, followed by Curtis.  “What’s important is that I found my daughter.  Howard, Tara, I want you to meet your granddaughter.  Amaris, this is your grandparents.  I think they were dubbed Nini and Poppy by Sailor.  The baby we were telling you about.”

“The one that’s gonna be like a cousin?” Andy gives her a smile and a nod.  Sitting on the couch, and she crawls in beside him, patting her leg for Doodle, and patting the seat beside her, “Angel,” she whispers up at you, “Sit down.”

While you think that she needed some time with her family to get acquainted with them, she wanted you there, right with her.  Scooting a bit closer to you, and even laying her head on your shoulder.  

Tara was in shock.  Her eyes never leave the little girl, unless she was looking at a picture of little Curtis and Jessie holding onto a baby Hayden, and then back to her granddaughter.  

“Dad?” Hayden whispers to his father, finally getting people preoccupied and comfortable with Amaris.  His wife sits beside her, listening to her tell a story, and the little girl even leans over to talk to her belly, “Can I talk to you?” Hayden already heads to his dad’s office, and Howard holds Tara’s shoulder as he walks into his office.  His youngest son paces in there before gesturing to his chair.

“Son…?”

“No, let me talk.  Something has been bothering me.”

“Your sister’s daughter has been united with her family, what could possibly be bothering you?”

He walks over to the door, locking it, before he stares at his dad, “I don’t know if her being here is going to make a difference.  What I do know is that Jessie’s money you saved, you gave to my wife for her school, and a house, and we’re paying the difference,” Howard slowly nods his head.  Weaving his fingers together, he rests his chin on his hands.

“If you wanna take it back, I get it, but…I don’t want Doll to know about it.  I’ll pay you back, with interest.  But I don’t want my wife to think that now that Amaris is here that she’s going to lose everything.  I don’t want our baby to become unimportant because you have Jessie back.  Her daughter, I mean.  I know mom is still just staring at her, and Doll notices it, too.  I know it’s probably just a shock, but my baby matters, too.  Amaris is excited about my baby, and she talks to the belly, and just…don’t forget about us.  I will…I will pay it back, and you can have the money for Amaris, it’s not a big deal, just don’t…I don’t want Doll to know.”

“Son, you finished?” Hayden takes a deep breath, and moves to sit down in front of his dad’s desk.  Looking at the last family picture of the five of them, before Howard speaks, “I don’t want that money back.”

“But it was Jessie’s.  Amaris is Jessie’s.”

“I understand that.  I have no regrets in using Jessie’s money to pay for Doll’s education and to put the rest towards her dream house.  Your home for you and your family.  I don’t want that money.  I did that, and your mother, because she saved us.  Your mother is getting to experience pregnancy with a daughter because of Doll.  I know you look at that little girl and think we’re going to put all our energy in her, and forget about Sailor or forget about this next baby.  I won’t allow it.”

Hayden looks down at his lap, wiping away his tears, before looking up at his dad, “You promise?  My baby is going to be amazing, too.”

“I do promise.  When you have another kid, you’ll know how your love can be spread.  It’s like your heart just gets bigger.  And you won’t even realize what love is, until they place that baby on your wife’s chest.  Do you think we love Sailor more than you?”

“Define more?  I think you like Sailor more than you like me.”

“Because Sailor is Poppy’s Guppy, and you are an annoying little shit most of the time, but I love you.  Being a grandparent is so much better than being a parent.  They cry, I hand them to their parents.  They poop, they go to their parents.  I get to only do fun things with Sailor.  We had to be the people to discipline you.  But I don’t want your money.  Something tells me that Amaris is gonna be just fine with the Andy Barber.  Judging by your wife’s interest, she’s going to be very spoiled by her as well.  Now, who is the other woman?”

Hayden slumps down in relief, laughing out loud at his father’s question, “She’s the social worker.  Curtis likes teasing her, Amaris feels comfortable with her, and Andy doesn’t seem to mind when she’s around,” Howard cocks up an eyebrow, Amaris did need a mother figure.  You were doing just that for her.  “I know, aren’t you proud I called him Andy instead of Andy Barber?”

“Get back out there with your wife.  And quit calling that man by his full name.”

“No, if I called him Andrew Stephan Barber, that would just be weird.”

Amaris had been looking at the piano off and on the whole time she was meeting her grandparents.  She had always wanted to play one, and when everyone seemed to be a bit transfixed on something beside herself, she walks over to it, opening it up, and just stares at the keys.

Howard puts Tootles beside him, and walks over to her, sitting on the bench, he presses one of the keys, and she smiles up at him, “Do you play?”

“No.  I’ve never even seen one in real life.”

“This was your mother’s.  All the kids played some kind instrument for a little bit.  Hayden played the trumpet very terribly, and Curtis can actually play the cello.  But your mom loved the piano,” he moves his fingers over the keys, playing an easy melody of Heart and Soul, and smiles over at her.  “I know how to play, too.”

“Do you think I could learn?” She watches his hands trying to mimic them, before he places her fingers on a few keys.  

“Should you want to, yeah.  I think you’d be great.  I think everyone needs to learn to play an instrument, and read music.  Push that finger and that finger down,” she smiles up at him, and pushes the two fingers down, smiling when it creates a pretty sound.  “I know that I would love to have this house filled with piano music again.”

“Ah!” She squeals, reminding Howard of how Jessie would scream when she was excited.  “Dad! Can I take piano lessons?”  There was no hesitation this time.  She didn’t teeter between calling Andy his name or dad.  Saying dad easily ran off her tongue, and you give her a big smile.  She was going to be okay.

“Of course.  It’s a lot of work and practice,” even Andy noticed the lack of stuttering.  His heart filled with pride as she asks Howard to teach her something else.  Reminding him of her mother practicing her music before she would ever come out and play with him.  Amaris was going to be okay.  Andy was finally a father.

You quietly start to walk out the door, letting the family spend some time together, but you’re followed by Andy, “Where are you going?”

“I was gonna call an Uber or something.”

“Why?” He asks, sitting down with you on the swing.  “We’ve just got to the good part.”

“It’s as it should be.  You’ve got your family.  She’s happy.  She’s so happy, Andy.”

“I think she may still need you from time to time.  But, if you want to leave, let me take you.  You don’t need to call a car.  But Tara is a really good cook.  I think her and Doll made pasta or something.  They made enough with you in mind.  What I mean is, just please stay?”

“I can’t make this a regular thing.  I do have things I need to do.  I have a job, and other kids that need my help.”

“So you’re staying?  It would mean a lot to Amaris.  And Curtis hasn’t got to steal one of your forks or something,” Andy shrugs, while you glare annoyed at him.  “I’m only playing.  Do they need to have a certain amount of prongs?”

“That was uncalled for,” you playfully answer.  “Here I was willing to stay for dinner since you’re forcing my hand, and then you make a comment about my forks.  I like them to have three, though,” Andy grimaces, knowing that they had more than three, “And that was a joke.  If I wanted three prongs, I would carry a fork up to my standards in my bag.  Lead the way, Andy.  I will stay this once.”

“Thank you, Angel,” Andy opens up the door, letting you in, and you feel as if everyone turns to look at you, and you take a step back, bumping into Andy, “They’re just a nosy bunch.  Don’t think anything of it.  Look,” it didn’t take much for them to go about their business, ignoring whatever had transpired.  “Thank you for staying.  I really mean that.”

“You’re welcome, Andy Barber.”

“Oh, I can’t deal with someone else calling me that.  Please, just Andy.”

“Okay, just Andy,” you giggle, going to sit on the floor with Amaris who was playing with a few toys that Doll had brought for her here.  She was going to be okay.  And you had to push Andy Barber out of your mind.  

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[shotgunbunny]

I'll be bound to you in leather and chains

WC: 4k+. GIF by evansgarfield

[dark!cop!Curtis x reader]

[warnings!!! Murder/ forced breeding/smut/reader cheating on oc/very dark Curtis/ so much murder/ smut/manipulation]

When you were younger you had a guardian angel that took the form of a boy that everyone assumed had aggression issues. Yet to you, he was perfect. He defended your name on the playground like it was his own, and he continued this up until highschool.

Curtis Everett. The man everyone feared, yet you knew him. He was the sweetest and most softest man you've ever had the honour of knowing. You two met when you were very young through you're mum's. They put you on a play date and since then you were inseparable.

It was rumoured all throughout highschool that Curtis was not only obsessed with you, but also inlove too. Yet you swept every comment off and continued down the corridors to see Curtis playing basketball.

You always assumed he would go to the big leagues due to how good he was. It also helped that he was a growing boy that already dominated others with his height of 6 foot and he was still growing.

You remember how there was once a bully named Mason. He constantly used to make fun of your growing body making you insecure all throughout highschool. One day you went to Curtis crying over the insults Mason had thrown at you that day. He comforted you, telling you how perfect you were and how your body shouldn't be anyone's problem except your own.

"Angel, you know that you're utterly perfect. You can do no wrong. His vile words won't ever be spoken at you again. Listen angel, there's nothing wrong with you. When you walk into a room the whole place lights up. You're my walking sunshine and you have been sculpted by the gods, understood?"

With a sniffle and a kiss on Curtis's cheek you replied gently, feeling safe in his arms, "Understood."

The next day Mason turned up dead by the river. His tongue ripped from his throat, and his body covered in stab marks. You had thoughts about it being Curtis but he has a solid alibi as he was in the next town over at his dads. And with him being proved innocent you gave him your infinite trust again.

There were so many memories of Curtis taking care of you in highschool. You cherished each and every one of them. Your favourite was one day after-school on a snowy day, you had to walk home alone because Curtis hadn't shown up. But then a sound of a motorbike engine floated into your ears until it roared right next to you. You turned and saw Curtis get off his bike and take off his helmet with a big smile on his face.

He had passed his test an could drive you everywhere. You couldn't help but run up to him and envelope him into a huge hug. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close laughing.

That day you rode around with him on his bike everywhere. It was truly magical having the winter air run through your hair as your drove past your peers.

But ofcourse that had to end, when you hit the age of 19 you decided you had seen everything this town had to offer and needed to move to the big city. So you did. When the news reached Curtis he ran to your house frantically knocking before pushing the door open scaring your mother and storming upstairs.

When he entered your room he saw the boxes packed and his heart broke. You were leaving him. And he couldn't stop you. So he held you in his arms whispering sweet words to you. Crying softly, as you went through your boxes, he went over as many memories as he could all while swiping a pair of your panties.

When your taxi came, Curtis helped you pack your boxes. And with one final kiss on his cheek you were gone. Curtis took a breathe feeling emptiness settle in his heart. He would wait for you. And when he had you, he'd never let you go.

You awoke in your apartment with a yawn. Today you had a long drive and you knew tomorrow would be even more exhausting. The news of Gilliam passing reached you in the form of a funeral invitation. Gilliam was always close to you and Curtis. He was Curtis's Godfather after all.

You hadn't gone home to your town in 5 years. You haven't spoken with any of them especially Curtis and you were anxious to see him. You'd have never have told him but you used to have a huge crush on him. You knew it was time to bite the bullet and reunite with them all.

You sighed a packed a bag. You were going to be gone for 3 to 4 days depending on how it went. You packed your black dress that was modest enough as well as your black heels for the funeral. You did want to look nice even if it was a sad occasion. You also pack your red dress and your white dress all completed with a long black jacket.

Today you were driving to a BnB that was located directly in town. You were only unpacking there for a day or two so you didn't need to dress nice for the drive there. After sending a text to your boss and everyone else you got ready and packed your small white mini car with you bag and set off on your journey.

You were thankful you set off at 10 am when it was still light outside as winter was here and the streets were lined with snow and ice. You would hate to have to drive at night in the snowy weather.

After a 5 hour drive you were finally back in your old town and the distant memory of you on the back of Curtis's motorbike floated into you brain causing a soft smile to raise your cheeks.

You parked and pulled your bag out before locking your car. As you were heading to the entrance you heard a siren right next to you causing you to jump. You turned to look at the cop car right next to you. You heard a car down open and a familiar face appear.

Curtis was adorned in a dark uniform and a beanie on his head keeping his head warm. A smile also adored his cheeks, he looked truly happy to see you. You can't help but feel giddy at seeing him. He somehow got more handsome. The dominance seeping off his masculine frame.

His jaw was sharp and scruffy and his eyes were fierce. He was now incredibly tall standing at 6'7 absolutely drowning your small figure. Yet despite how intimidating he seemed, you couldn't help but run into his arms. He immediately lifted you higher, his strong arms wrapping around your waist filling the air with happy laughter.

"My little angel! I'm so glad you're back home!" And he truly meant that. He missed you so much, he became a man of the law for you. He cleaned the streets of your home patiently waiting for your return, and here you were. Safe in his arms.

"You've grown even taller! I've missed you too!" You snuggled into his neck, soaking in this moment and trying to remind yourself that it's real.

He dropped you down and smiled, giving you one last squeeze before soaking you in. You were dresses in leggings and a long blouse but it looked amazing on you. God for a moment he could imagine you in his house wearing that outfit because it was your comfy clothes, all adorned with a ring on your finger ofcourse.

"Wow! A cop. I never would have thought of you pursuing that role."

"Haha it's a small world angel. I wanted to make this town better."

"You're doing a great job I can tell. I'm so sorry about what happened to Gilliam."

"It's life angel. Don't worry too hard okay? It was tough when I heard the news but you know he would have hated anyone shedding tears over him."

It was tougher for Curtis to try and find a way for Gilliam's death seem like natural causes rather than murder, yet he wouldn't tell you that.

"I would love to stay and chat but I have to unpack and sleep. I promise to see you tomorrow honeybear!"

And with that you were gone, leaving an emptiness to settle inside Curtis's bones again and a longing to sit in his heart, filling it until it overwhelmed him with the urge to take you as his. But he would wait. He made this plan and he was sticking to it, so for now he would brush his urges away and fantasize instead.

Today was the day. Gilliam was going to be put to rest and your heart hurt at the very idea. You remember the first time you met him, you were hidden behind Curtis almost as if you were his shadow due to the fact you were so nervous to meet him. You knew Curtis's mum since you were little but his godfather was a whole other thing. There were stories that Gilliam was a man who planned out bad things, yet you never believed it because he practically raised Curtis, and he never did anything wrong.

If only you knew that Gilliam was training Curtis on how to be the perfect killer. To plan each slaughter and get away with it and most importantly, the plan to win your love which sadly failed and resulted in dire consequences. Curtis was smart after years of training and knew that this death would draw you here for at least a couple of days and that's all he needed.

You brushed your hair and looked in the mirror, you knew you were going to cry but you thought why the hell not and applied some makeup. If you were going to cry, you were going to make it dramatic. With your dress and shoes on you looked in the BnB's mirror and observed yourself. You looked beautiful yet not enough to steal the attention away from the saddening event.

You packed your tissues and checked your phone. It began in 10 minutes, and so with a heavy heart you began a steady stroll to the church. You failed to hear the crunching of snow until you heard a familiar cough and turned to see Curtis walking beside you. His uniform was on but he carried his police hat, his head still wearing the beanie you remember from yesterday. With a soft smile, you walked side by side with him until you reached the church.

The service was absolutely heart wrenching and you knew the second it was over, you'd wrap your arms around Curtis as he was crying to hard that it hurt your soul. When it was finished and everyone stood up to remember the man, you subtly moved you hand to squeeze Curtis's trying to offer any form of comfort you could.

Afterwards everyone tried to leave the church hurriedly, trying to escape the gloom of the dead. Yet you ran straight to his arms like you promised and he immediately snuggled his head into the crook of your neck before letting out a crying. You soon joining him until soft words were spoken between the two of you.

"I'm sorry, I'm usually a stronger man, angel." He whispered so gently into your ear,

"Don't apologise Curtis everyone needs someone." You replied in kind trying to soothe your sobs.

"I don't have anyone angel, when you left I had Gilliam but now he's gone and I have no one." You felt your heart break at his words. You kissed him in sympathy yet, you felt the tingle. And as much as you wanted to deny it, you needed to take your mind off this sadness that shrouded the work. You needed comfort and so did Curtis, as you were looking deep into each others eyes, you reached an agreement of seeking comfort in each others bodies to forget the pain temporarily.

Everything was hurried, from the walk back to the BnB you were staying to getting each others clothes off. God you were desperate for him. To feel him inside you like you once did years ago. With the brief thought lingering in your mind, you stared up at him before crashing your lips together again.

His hands were gripping your hips giving you the delightful feeling of his dominance. All the while his lips were glued to yours and his tongue was swiping across your bottom lip and intertwining your tongues together. You could feel his hands meet at your back and undo your bra. You shivered at the feeling of his big fingers brushing your bra straps down.

When your bra fell off the air wrapped around you making your nipples harden and Curtis groan. He couldn't wait that long, his patience was running thin so he tossed you onto the bed, knocking the air from your lungs. He was so strong. You always knew he was strong but this, this was different. He was almost animalistic when using his strength.

This was further emphasized when he tore your panties off leaving you bare before him. He quickly yanked his boxers off and settled his head between your thighs, giving you flashbacks to the first time he ate you out, god you were both so nervous but it was still so good.

But now it was different, he was so much more experienced. He breathed on your wetness making you even more desperate for him. He gave one long lick before he suckled on your clit and shoved two fingers in you. God he was so good at it, so good you could already feel the knot in your stomach becoming undone.

His tongue gave one last lick before you came all over his fingers with a cry. God you were in heaven, but as you were coming down you felt the bed shift and Curtis settle on top of you. You could feel the tip of his cock rub up and down your fold. You bucked your hips up to him desperate for him to fill you again.

"Calm down angel, I knew you were gonna be eager for daddy hmm?" With that he slapped the tip against you skit making you cry out.

"Please-please Curtis!" With that he pressed his lips to yours as he pushed in.

You felt tears gather in your eyes from how big he was. God he was being so sweet about it. You could feel yourself falling into this moment. With a pop he was fully in you, with a groan he pulled back until only the tip rested in you and then pushed back, slow but firm. He placed his forehead against yours and thrusted.

"God this pussy has missed daddy huh?" You couldn't even reply, each thrust he did rubbed against the spot that made your eyes roll and your toes curl. His dirty words helped fill up the emptiness in your head.

"Fucking missed this pussy, gonna fill your tight cunt full of my cum angel. Yeah?" You nodded not listening to him, just loosing yourself to his cock and how good it felt.

"Yeah, good girl. Gonna make you mine. Gonna get you fuckin' pregnant and then you'll be mine. Fuck you're gonna be my wife, gonna be mine. Stupid fuckin whore in you thought you could leave me. But now you're back being a dumb little slut for my cock, just like you should be."

He slapped your clit making you buck up from the surprise. You were close and Curtis could sense it. He rubbed your clit reducing you to mindless babbles, he spat on your cheek and groaned before licking your cheek.

"Fucking look at you. Taking my cock like a good little slut. Fucking marked with my spit, gonna be marked with my cum. Fuck so fucking perfect. Who would've known that my sweet angel would be a dirty little whore who opens her legs a fuckin' cop like me."

With that you came all over his cock, coating it with a white ring and letting out a load squeal. The tightening of your pussy made Curtis groan and with a few stuttering thrusts he coated the inside of your cunt with his cum. He was in heaven he finally had you. You were going to stay home with him. You just had to after tonight.

With a groan he saw you had gone to sleep and cleaned you up. He smiled softly looking at you. He climbed into bed and pulled you into him. This is was the beginning of forever. And he couldn't wait to put a ring on your finger and make you his cute little wife.

Oh god, what was wrong with you! You were so overwhelmed with seeing your first love again that you forgot all about your boyfriend Max. God he was never going to forgive you. And now you had to tell Curtis. You felt so unclean.

You were nothing but a whore and you knew that Max was going to see you that way too. You heart broke. You started dating Max a year ago after he helped you when all your shopping bags broke. God he was such a dream when you saw him. A true knight in armour for you. You were so embarrassed when you cried because of how frustrated you were but he reassured you it was okay.

At that memory, guilt swayed in your stomach and tears gathered in your eyes. An arm snapped you out of shedding your tears when it pulled you back into a strong body. You let out a sob and pulled yourself out of Curtis's arms. You grabbed your clothes and fled to the bathroom crying leaving Curtis confused.

He got dressed and then knocked on the bathroom door, his heart breaking listening to your cries.

"Angel? Is everything okay?" He asked gently.

"No! No it's not! Last night was a mistake! It shouldn't have happened! I have a boyfriend I love and cherish and I cheated on him!" You sobbed as you explained yourself.

Curtis felt his heart break at you calling last night a mistake but even more so at hearing you moved on from him. He felt his blood boil and his mind settle on the only possible thing he could do to have you as his. Murder.

"I'm sorry angel, I wish there was a way you didn't see it as a mistake but I'll go angel. I love you truly and I respect your wishes."

With one final sigh he left you to cry in the bathroom. While you were so wrapped up grieving over the end of your relationship and the mistake you made. Curtis went to the city and hunted down Max. He was smart about it. He made sure there were no ties connected to him yet, they would pull him in to protect you incase there was a threat against your life. He had a plan ready. You were to be his whether you liked it or not.

After a few hours you packed your bags and prepared to head back home to tell Max, but instead an even louder sob left your throat. Dozens of texts from colleagues and friends telling you how sorry they were for your loss, and ofcourse the main news of finding Max dead.

You had lost him forever and nothing could make you feel better in this moment except drowning the pain out. So you went for a drink.

When you got home, you went for another drink until you passed out. You were awoken to a knock at the door bright and early. With a groan you pulled your aching body off the couch and dragged yourself to the front door to answer it.

When you opened it, your heart shot into your throat. Curtis was dressed in his uniform wearing a stern expression. You looked at him shocked. Why would he be here? You thoughts were quickly answered by Curtis speaking in a powerful voice.

"Hey angel. I promise I'm not here for anything personal. I've been put on the case of your boyfriend. Even I find it strange but I've been assigned to keep a watchful eye on you."

"So like a bodyguard?"

He scratched the back of his neck, "yeah like a bodyguard."

With a sigh you fully opened the door and let him in. This was gonna be a long few months, you could feel it.

It was only 4 months in and you were struggling. You knew Curtis had killed him. You just couldn't prove it. And due to how stressed you were, you were throwing up every morning.

At least you thought that until a month ago. When you decided to go to the doctor your world stopped. You were pregnant and the only person it could be was Curtis.

You had to put your cards on the table about him being a murderer. You were going to get justice for Max. And then you could live happily with your child.

It was going to be tonight. You had the evidence and it stemmed from when you were younger. All the bullies that disappeared when you told him what they'd done. The men that hit on, all ending up drowning in the lake. And finally the incident. After the affair, there were people that reported Curtis leaving in a rage.

And then he disappeared out of the city, and then Max turned up dead. The story was their but the evidence was lacking severely. It was time to expose him, to find out his motive. You were prepared, you had the recorder strapped to your thigh.

When the door opened you were ready. He was home. He closed the door. Curtis could feel the tension, he knew that you knew. You weren't the smartest but you certainly weren't dumb. He was surprised it took you this long to find out it was him. With a sigh he sat down in front of you.

"Go on angel, speak. Tell me what you know."

"I know you did it you bastard. You killed Max didn't you?!"

"Ah, ah, ahh. Come here now." He waggled his finger at you and you timidly walked to him, letting out a squeal when he tore the recorder off your thigh and crushed it with his bare hands.

You plan was ruined, he knew. He was ahead of everything and you didn't know what to do. You felt tears stream down your face before a hand swiped them away.

"I had to kill them all angel. They weren't worthy of you. Only I am." He whispered it to you so lovingly. You pushed him away.

"No Curtis. You're insane. You killed them all, and I'll tell everyone."

"Oh really is that right." He laughed in your face, he place his hand under your chin and titled your head up.

"You know how easy I could make it seem like you did it. You have a motive, you cheated on your boyfriend and had to tell him. But you couldn't because it would mean everyone knowing your dirty secret. So you killed him."

Your eyes widened. "However angel, if you chose to love me. I can easily rule it as suicide. I just have to slip a note in his apartment and everything is fine."

You felt sick. He said it all so casually. In fact you were about to throw up. You ran to the sink and threw up. In the background you heard Curtis laughing almost as if he was smug at how you reacted to his grizzly truth.

You were tired of the control he had, and decided to take control instead. You needed this moment so you could think of a way to escape him.

"Do you find me throwing up funny?"

"I do angel, I thought you had a stronger stomach."

"I would if I wasn't pregnant with your child!" You shouted at him. And just like that time stopped. Curtis could feel his heart stop.

He dropped to his knees in front of your stomach. He smiled and kissed your belly, tears filled his eyes as he knew you wouldn't come with him willingly but as always he came prepared.

He stood up and looked down at you,

"I promise to take care of you angel, you and our baby. You're gonna be Mrs. Everett and I'll make sure you live comfortably." And with that he pulled the rag soaked in chloroform out of his pocket and smothered it over your mouth and nose til you fell limp in his arms.

You stared at the ring that was on your finger. You never had the chance to escape and even if flashed the opportunity now, you couldn't. You loved your children too much to leave.

It had been 3 years since Max's death. And you had 2 children. Your eldest was called Edgar, he was a babbling baby that looked so much like his dad except he had your eyes. And then your newest born 6 months ago, little baby Beth.

You felt yourself being tugged back to a firm chest. You turned around and snuggled into Curtis. You resigned fighting him when you gave birth to Edgar. As much as you hated him, you forced yourself to love him.

" Hmm 'morning angel." He kissed you and you kissed him back. "Good morning." With a yawn you closed your eyes and embraced the idea that you loved you husband rather than despising him.

"C'mon angel. Let's go back to sleep before they wake up. I love you so much Mrs. Everett. I'll protect and love you forever."

And with a kiss on your forehead you snuggled into him and his your tears and fell asleep in his arms. This was your life, there was no escape but there was love and safety what else could you want.

[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: firefighter!Curtis Everettxblack,nanny!reader

Summary🪄: It’s hard to sleep when you’re worried sick (Dipped in Guilt addition)

⚠️: tiny bit of angst, mention of building being on fire, mention of death, fluff💕

*Disclaimer!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found via Pinterest*

All night they’ve shown the massive fire downtown currently engulfing one of the local grocery stores- the one you tended to frequent actually

No one knows how it started, according to the newscasters, but it didn’t take long to spread first filling the building with thick smoke

Luckily everyone made it out with the brave work of all the stations involved - including station 3

Where Curtis worked

Your heart sunk and hands became sweaty watching his uniform clad body run into the fiery building earlier. The “Everett” on his helmet bouncing as it briefly came into the overhead cameras view before he was gone in the wall of smoke and crimson-orange

Finn’s little whines were the distraction you needed, carefully unbuckling him from his high chair before gently bouncing him in your arms and patting his back. Immediately he begins to quiet lying his head in the crook of your neck

“It’s okay. Your dad’s gonna be fine.” You hoped

Multiple times you tried to will yourself into changing the channel and give your emotions a break, but every time you’d get sucked back in worried about Curtis

Everyone in the crew really, but Curtis tended to appear in your mind more frequently

Eventually you must’ve fallen asleep now being awoken by the front door shutting. Curtis now inside turning the locks and kicking off his boots with shoulders slightly sagged from his noticeable exhaustion

“Hey, you’re home,” you smile. More excited to see him safe than you probably should admit

“Yea,” he sighs moving towards the kitchen. “Finn was okay?”

“Yea, he ate all his food and knocked out a little after his bath.”

“Good.”

Red throw wrapped around your shoulders, your feet softly pad against the light hardwood to the island standing across from him pulling a beer from the fridge

“There’s leftover lasagna in there too. I-If you’re hungry.” He only hums with a slight nod taking a long swig from the glass bottle. His attention still somewhere else having not looked at you since he arrived

You start to think maybe you should leave him be, but deep down you don’t feel right leaving him alone. Especially not after tonight

“How’s the crew?,” you ask wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself

“They’re good. Jensen got a bit of smoke inhalation but he’ll be okay.”

You gently nod, “and you?”

“Not my first fire. Definitely not the worst one I’ve seen.”

“Doesn’t mean it has no effect though.”

He pauses for a moment letting your words sink in before lifting the bottle to his lips again. You were definitely right

As they rushed to the fire engine and hurriedly put on their equipment all he could think was if this could be his last. How he’d be leaving behind a son that barely knew him, his mother, and friends. You

He kept those thoughts and fears buried though so he could do his job, and well after that

When she was alive, his wife would try to pull it out of him but those efforts tended to be unsuccessful from his continued silence or mumbled, “I’m fine,” as he pecked her cheek or lips

Feeling something around his middle, he looks down to see the corners of the red blanket briefly covering his shirt before it’s gone and he hears you shuffle back a couple steps

“S-Sorry I…I know I overstepped..but I’m glad you’re okay. And I get it if you don’t want to talk.”

Just as you round the island, you hear the small clank of Curtis setting down his bottle as he turns to lean against the counter. Finally looking at you with tired, reddened eyes

“Mind uh..staying..for a while?,” he softly asks. And how could you say no when he’s looking at you like that? Clearly in need of someone, but either too proud - or maybe even scared - to reach out

You’re silent as you return to stand in front of him. His arms slightly opening to give you just enough room so you can step forward and press against him. Both of you wrapped in that red throw as you nuzzle into his chest and his chin rests on your head

For so long he’s been used to coming home and sleeping with the trauma’s of the day. Taking in your sweet scent and heartbeat against his skin is enough to have him break down right there finally having that intimacy again, but as usual he locks those feelings away.

The muffled “thanks,” slipping from his mouth while your hands glide along the ridges of his muscled back warm you better than any blanket ever could

“Anytime Curtis.”

[evansbby]

how i believe the cevans characters would be like in the hunger games…

Steve Rogers: he’d be part of the Career pack (from district 2– weaponry) because he’s quite big and muscular. He’s also very strategic. Unlike most Careers, he wouldn’t see the games as a chance for glory and he wouldn’t deliberately train for them. He definitely sees through the Capitol’s lies and wants to overthrow them. He’d definitely be a rebel if asked to join the rebel forces, I know in the books districts 1 and 2 couldn’t be trusted but I think he would be trustworthy. He’d probably win his Games too, just based on brute strength and he’s good in battle. If not district 2, he could also be from district 7 — lumber just based on that wood cutting scene in avengers 2.

Ari Levinson: he would also be part of the Career pack and I think he’d be from district 4– fishing industry bc he’d be a strong swimmer and that would be his strength. He and Steve would probably form an alliance bc they know they’re the strongest and in the end it would be a battle between them. I think Ari’s impulsive nature could perhaps be a weakness for him in the Games. He’d definitely be a part of the rebellion. He’s like a Finnick type guy basically but more hot.

Andy Barber: He’d be from district 10.5. And you may ask, what’s district 10.5?? Well it’s an unknown district where they put all the random people. He’d die in the first few minutes in the bloodbath. But okay, in all seriousness, he’d be from district 9 aka grains. That’s all I’ve got for him and I’ve wracked my brain to come up with something better. If anyone has any good suggestions with good reasoning, please add on!

Curtis Everett: He actually fits in to multiple districts. He could be from district 2 — weaponry. Because he has his special axe weapon. But he could also be from district 6 aka transport since he knows a lot about the mechanics of trains and how they work as he could’ve grown up working around trains. But he could also be from district 12, the poorest district since Curtis knows poverty as he spent so many years in the back of the train. Coal mining makes sense for him as a job, too. Therefore, I am going to say he’s from district 12 — coal. But he’s good with weapons too, kind of like how Katniss was with the bow and arrow.

Jake Jensen: He’d 1000% be from district 3 — electronics. That’s a no brainer. He’s grown up watching the games and studying the intricacies of all the arenas and the technologies behind them. He would definitely be a part of the rebellion and he’d be the one hacking into the Capitol’s feed and he’d have a hand in helping to create some of the more technologically advanced weapons for the cause as well as surveillance technology. He’d be a pretty good contender in the games since he’s physically strong but also has brains.

Lloyd Hansen: 100% district 2 — weapons. And he’d even side with the capitol, I think. He’s a career tribute who is trained to be lethal, he knows his way around guns and all other types of weapons. Knives, swords, anything. He’d be a menace in the games, killing for fun and not feeling any remorse. He wants to buy his way out of district 2 by eventually selling weapons to the capitol similar to Sejanus’ dad.

Ransom Drysdale: He’s from district 1 — luxury. As only 2% of District 1’s population live under the poverty line, Ransom is considerably more well off than the tributes of some of the other districts. He’s strong and capable, and he’s a career tribute. He’s got a murderous streak in him, and similar to Lloyd, he doesn’t really feel remorse for killing anyone. He’d fine intricate ways to kill in the arena but his over-confidence is a weakness as well as having to forage or hunt for food.

Who would win? I think the final few left would be Steve, Ari, Curtis and Lloyd. And honestly either one of them could win bc they all have their strengths and it also depends on the arena and the weapons given. For example, if it is a water based arena then Ari would win. If all the weapons given are guns then Lloyd would. But I think ultimately, Curtis has that survivor instinct and grit and determination, like he’d do anything to win and get out. He’s the underdog but I believe he would win.

What do you think?

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

It's spooky szn bitches 🖤✨ but first here's my list of everything I read in September!

As always, please give these gorgeous writers all the love they deserve by reblogging their work. The majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading ✨

Eddie Munson ✨

Much ado about books by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Bookshop AU)

Runaways by @mypoisonedvine

eddie munson x reader

Diving deep / sinking beneath / further under by @sexyprise

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Be mine by @flordeamatista

dilf!bucky barnes x reader

Better than before by @angrythingstarlight

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Starry starry night by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

Crybaby by @syntheticavenger

Dad’s Best Friend CEO Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

To have and to fuck by @sweeterthanthis

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Bruised and broken by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Curtis x F!Reader

Branded by @stargazingfangirl18

Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

Thor Odinson ✨

Don't go down to the woods tonight by @targaryenvampireslayer

Demon!Thor Odinson x female reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Marked by @syntheticavenger

Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader

All is fair by @sunflowersoldat

Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Love like a scar by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!WS Steve Rogers x female reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Joel Miller ✨

A sweeter place by @flordeamatista

neighbor!joel miller x reader

When we let go by @jobean12-blog

Joel Miller x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Layin' down the law by @lunarbuck

Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Aim, set, fire by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Lee x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

The devil's masquerade by @jobean12-blog

Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)

Sam Wilson ✨

Touch me by @galatially

Sam Wilson x black!reader

Multiple characters ✨

The dinner guest by @labella420

Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

The fuckboy committee by @kinanabinks

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader