#construction!curtis everett

[beautifullytragicmess]

I was walking through my neighborhood and saw a truck that said “Luna roofing” and I thought of your stories. Now I’m thinking of a werewolf Curtis who owns a construction company looking for his Luna

This ask is amazing!

Luna Roofing, you stare up at the sign and purse your lips. For a moment you debate turning around and leaving, departing this fools mission and going home. You debate whether or not you want to make a scene and go after the man who didn’t just break your heart but completely obliterate your trust in who you thought was your best friend.

You debate tucking tail, and then you hear his voice as he comes in from a side door with one of her scarves around his neck, and her bracket wrapped around his wrist. It was the bracelet that you had given her for her birthday, a gift at a party he was at.

“Fuck this guy” was the rampant thought that played like a record, over and over.

You grit your teeth and reached for the door, fingers grasping the metal handle. You yanked as hard as you could, trying to get the damn thing open with every ounce of your night. Over and over, you’d yanked on the handle to the point that you had nearly fallen.

“It says push.” Help comes in the form of a massive stranger with a close-cut buzz style and a thick flannel jacket. “The door-“

“Push?” You step back and your eyes narrow at the black letters that confound you. “The door says push?”

The mysterious man reached around you and pushed on the handle, the squeak of the hinges a sign that you’d made a complete fool of yourself. Your embarrassment had been heightened by the guffawing of your ex boyfriend, his hand over his mouth to stifle his jeers.

“Great, fantastic.” You grit your teeth and exhaled in a huff. “I made a complete fool of myself-“

“You’re human.” The man spoke in a gruff manner, his blue eyes studying. You closely. “You used to date Walker..?”

“Walker is a piece of shit that cheated on me with my friend. Walker is a-“ the man, thick and built like a brick wall, had slipped an arm around your shoulders and steered you to face Walker.

“Hey, dickhead!” He yelled at the group of men, every one of them falling eerily silent. “Shut the fuck up and get your ass back to work!”

It was as if a fire was lit under their ass, the group of men scrambling in all different directions, leaving the two of you on your own.

“Curtis,” he pushed the door open for you and ushered you in, “Everett. I’m a werewolf, alpha.”

“Oh.” Your eyes grew wider as his arm tightened around you.

“I think we should talk, Luna.”

[beautifullytragicmess]

Any update one werewolf construction Curtis?

Curtis Everett was huge, bigger than even the waste of space that was John Walker and there was no conceivable way that you could have gotten used to his size. You knew werewolves were bigger. You knew they were taller and more intimidating but you hadn’t expected to see one made you think of the giant from Jack and the beanstalk.

You felt like a pixie next to the werewolf who claimed you were his luna, who claimed you were his mate. The difference in height was incredible, let alone the difference in sheer muscular size. Curtis was broad and thick, you were sure he was chiseled from marble, and he carried the undebatable strength of nearly three grown men.

If you thought John Walker was a big man, Curtis Everett was a beast from legend.

“Walker has nothing on you.” You stated a basic fact when you had returned to the Luna Roofing shop yard, welcomed by Curtis who handed you a bag of your thing that Walker still had.

“If you’re trying to seduce me,” Curtis had reacted to the compliment by lifting you from the ground with one hand to set you on top of the stacks of boxed roof tiles ready to ship out, “its working, luna.”

“Luna,” you squeaked at the height and the strength that was nothing to him, “I need to get used to that.”

“Yes,” Curtis purred in response, his tongue running along his bottom lip, “my sweet luna.”

“Walker’s still here?” You glanced over your shoulder, watching the man in question as he scowled at you and raised his hand to flip you off.

“I’ll break your fucking hand, ya prick!” Curtis raised his voice and threatened Walker with a growl hanging into every beat. “Put your hand down and get your lazy ass to work before you’re out of a job!”

Curtis had turned back to you, apologetically brushing your hair out of your face while whispering his intent to take you out, later, into your ear. “Let me help you down.”

You squeaked going up and squeaked going down, clinging to Curtis as if you feared he’d drop you. When you came upon solid ground, you kissed his cheek once before both of you were called away.