Chelsea! I'm so excited for your ask games this weekend!!
Since you know what a sad girl mood I'm in right now, for a drabble prompt, I'm asking for something soft with Curtis + cooking. 💜💜💜
okay, so I love Curtis taking care of you! Because we know he knows just how much to actually do without being over bearing, (unlike some people *cough* Steve *cough). 🤭 I really hope this helps cheer you up!
For this I see Curtis as being a personal chef in his everyday life. So of course, most of the at-home cooking falls to you. He’s just sick of it by the time he gets home.
Except, today.
He comes home seeing you curled up on the couch, pouting at the television. He takes you in, silently watching as you groan when you move to get more comfortable. He comes to crouch in front of you and gently strokes your hair from your face.
”What’s wrong, sweet girl?” His voice is low, the lines around his eyes give away the worry, even though he’s trying to hide it.
You puff out your cheeks and chew on your lower lip. “I’m so tired, and just bleh.”
His brows pull together, and you can see his brain trying to work through what exactly it is that’s bothering you. You open your mouth to say more, but before you can he’s nodding to himself and rising.
“What? Curtis?” You reach for him as he makes his way down the hall to your shared room. Your pout turns into a full-blown frown. You really just wanted cuddles on the couch!
When he comes back down the hall, he walks straight past your living room and into the kitchen. Now you were just confused. You pull the blanket off you, to follow him when his voice from the kitchen shocks you back to your place.
“Stay there.” You hum your acknowledgement, a little put out by his tone. What on earth is he doing? You know there’s no use in pushing, especially when Curtis gets in a mood.
Well that makes two of us.
You flip through your streaming services, you’re bored now. There’s nothing new. And if there is, it looks stupid. Your eyes keep darting to the kitchen, as you can hear him doing something in there. You try to subtly angle yourself, and hear him tsk at you. You roll your eyes and decide to put on your comfort TV show. You’d seen it at least a million times, but there was something about knowing what was coming.
After another thirty minutes, Curtis emerged from your cramped kitchen, his hands full. He had made a full spread, steak, roast potatoes, mixed veggies and salad too. And it wasn’t just thrown together. You could see the care in each detail, how everything on the plate was placed perfectly.
His other hand held a glass of wine, likely perfectly paired to the meal he had prepared.
”Curtis, why?” You could feel the tears building in your eyes as he placed both in front of you on the table.
Before answering he went back to the kitchen to grab his own plate, just as lovingly put together as your own. He rolled his eyes as he sat beside you. “Because, sweet girl. I know you’re not yourself, why would I make you do more when I can do it?”
”But you hate, and I mean that with a capital H, hate, cooking at home.” You wanted to reach for the food, it smelled so good.
He rolled his eyes again, “Just because I don’t want to do it every day, when I’ve been cooking for pretentious snobs all day, doesn’t mean I don’t wanna take care of you.”
The tears that had gathered earlier, finally let loose and you found yourself crying into his chest. “Thank you.” The words spoken earnestly, barely above a whisper, but the way he gripped you tighter, you knew he heard you.
”C’mon, eat before it gets cold.” He urged you towards your plate, and as if on cue your stomach let loose a monstrous grumble that had heat gathering in your cheeks.
You moaned as the rich flavours hit your tongue on the first bite, and Curtis relaxed slightly beside you digging into his own plate. You both ate in silence for a few moments before Curtis finally spoke up. “What the hell are we watching?”
You weren’t sure if it was the abruptness of his question or his tone, but you found yourself full on belly laughing. The look of disgust on his face just sealed it for you as you dissolved into full on giggles unable to get the words out. His expression shifted from disgust, to the smallest smile tugging at his lips, to a chuckle of his own.
When you finally recovered, you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, until he was sighing and pulling you into his side. “Fine, just eat, and we’ll watch…this disturbingly graphic medical show.”
You bounced in your seat and happily ate your fill, completely unaware of the sweet smile that spread across Curtis’ face. So proud of the joy he was able to bring you.
