I might have thrown myself into a flare or something similar for working all afternoon and into the early morning on my friend’s film, but I am now watching Snowpiercer and so far am loving it
Annalise Basso in Snowpiercer (2020) Justice Never Boarded
S1E5
Tensions between Third Class and First Class are boiling as Melanie stages the trial of the Snowpiercer killer, and makes a fateful decision about which side to favor.
*Aside from some opening flashbacks, the show's nominal star, Daveed Diggs, doesn't appear until 37 minutes into this episode.
Curtis x shy!Fem!Reader + “Nobody warned you about me?” + potential for smut or just lol + soft!dark
I really need to give you a bow, my sweet Siri. The inspiration this prompt ultimately unleashed was unlike anything I thought would happen. It has definitely given me another Curtis to fall in love with. I can only hope you love him as much as I do.
Thank you so much for requesting this Party Favor. 🥰
Claiming His Sweet Bookworm
Pairing: Club Owner!Curtis Everett x F!Reader
Word Count: 2326 (what???😱)
Summary: Your friends drag you to the Snowpiercer club where you not only make a shocking discovery, but you might just find yourself living the first night of a new life.
Warnings: Implied smut; beginnings of smut
You'd heard of the Snowpiercer, thanks to your friends and the rumors swirling around it.
The club itself was once owned by the reclusive magnate, Wilford. He'd designed it into three main sections, and you were allowed in the section that corresponded to your class and rank within society. From what you'd known about what was called the 'Tail Section', you'd never been all that interested in visiting it.
At least, not until the rumors came through the grapevine that some of those who'd been designated for the Tail had risen up and taken over the club. That night had been dubbed the Curtis Revolution.
Wilford, the magnate, had lost that night in more ways than one, and one Curtis Everett now stood at the top.
The same Curtis Everett who your friends never stopped talking about and the renovations he's done to the more exclusive sections of the club itself.
The same Curtis Everett who'd been eyeing you since the moment your friends had dragged you into the club.
You held your book in front of you, doing your best to find a quiet corner out of the way. If you'd had your way, you'd still be at home, curled up in your little reading nook with your latest book boyfriend. At least, then you wouldn't be doing your best to disappear amongst the crowds or be within the grabbing distance of men you'd never want touching you in the first place. Those same men who would soon find themselves nursing broken wrists and possibly more for the crimes they'd committed by touching you.
To your great surprise, a younger guy named Edgar approached you and offered you a private space to enjoy your book.
"But my friends..." you started.
Edgar quickly shook his head. "Mr. Everett has actually upgraded them to the most exclusive section of the club, which is only a door away from where you'll be. I will ensure they know where to find you. Can't be too safe nowadays, can you?"
You still hesitated in following the younger man. After all, he'd hit it on the head with keeping yourself safe, and safe meant your friends being within your line of sight. Besides that, you've heard enough about Curtis Everett's reputation to feel a bit on edge with whatever this plan was especially since it concerned you. You were a wallflower of a nobody, so you couldn't fathom how you'd garner such a man's attention in the first place. Your shyness was the very reason your friends had dragged you to the Snowpiercer in the first place, hoping you might come out of a shell you were quite content to stay within.
Sensing your continued hesitation, Edgar added, "Mr. Everett guarantees you'll be safe of wandering eyes and lecherous hands. His greatest wish is for you to enjoy your time here in the club."
Still unsure why your comfort seemed to matter so much, you studied the younger man but ultimately nodded. Even then, you'd never say for certain why you agreed. Maybe it was the eager kindness etched into his features or perhaps it was how the club's deafening beats and the few leering men who walked by that cinched your agreement.
However it came to be, you soon found yourself stepping into a rather cozy study with dark woods and rich fabrics that spoke of quiet luxury. An oversized desk sat to one side, taking up the majority of that half of that side. Built-in bookcases covered the wall behind it and had been filled with a mixture of leather tomes and file boxes. On the other side, there was a leather couch and matching armchairs around a deep cherry table. The table itself boasted shelves under the top and held a few books you recognized as familiar favorites.
"Make yourself comfortable. Mr. Everett himself will check on you from time to time."
"Thank you," you murmured, already heading towards the couch and sinking into the soft cushions. Your book dropped to your lap, momentarily forgotten, as you took in more of the room. A room that had you feeling like you knew its owner in a way that you shouldn't. A room that had you more than a little curious about Curtis Everett.
When you heard the softest knock on the door, you scrambled to pick up your book, pretending you hadn't been studying this man's office.
The same man who stepped into his office a moment later with a silver tray complete with a bottled water.
The same man who was also apparently your almost-shyer-than-you neighbor.
The same man who had the audacity to smirk smugly down at your shocked expression as he said, "Nobody warned you about me?"
You didn't know how to answer his question, and thankfully, he didn't try and make you.
Instead, he moved further into the room and set the bottled water down next to you, the cap still intact. He moved so he sank into the cushion next to you, not far enough to be completely polite but not so close to overwhelm you. He sat in a way that spoke to your budding friendship these past several months even.
"I figured your friends would've given me away when I gave them the very passes they desperately wanted to my club." His eyes twinkled with his amusement, his attention turning fully towards you. "Then again, you're a good judge of character. I should've known your friends would be able to keep a secret, especially when I also confessed to wanting you here in my club, too."
His arms settled along the back of the couch, making it so easy for him to reach out and touch you, but he didn't.
That surprised you almost as much as his confession did.
"Why did you want me here?" you finally asked, your jumbled thoughts centering around that first.
His fingertips grazed against your shoulder as he leaned a bit closer as if he were sharing a secret. His voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper as he said, "Because it wouldn't be fair of me to make my move on you without you knowing everything you should about me."
You really didn't know what to say to that.
Curtis continued, clearly in his element within his office and you speechless at his side, "I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you. Our little interactions only confirmed it. If you want me, that is. I may be a lot of things, my sweet bookworm, but I'm not completely a monster. Not with you anyway. Say you don't want me like I want you, and I'll leave you alone."
You gasped at the very thought.
While your mind still hadn't completely melded the two version of Curtis you now knew existed, you knew you didn't want to lose him in your life.
Those same interactions had been highlights to your day, too, and to lose them would be unbearable.
"But I really am hoping here that you want me as I've been wanting you."
His fingertips continued to trail against your skin, playing with the strap of your top. It was only at that moment that you realized why they'd been so insistent on you wearing it. The way that Curtis looked at you certainly had your belly swooping with something you'd only really experienced between the pages of your precious books. That thrilling rush that you never truly believed you would find with someone else.
Questions swirled through your mind in rapid succession. How could you ever rectify the two versions of Curtis that you had only known existed that night? Could you really see yourself taking a chance with a man that had a ruthlessness that frightened you? But could you deny this was the same man who'd been so kind to you? The same man who talked to you about books in those shared moments walking to your separate places? Could you say no to the Curtis who'd been more than happy to help around your place when the super was too busy to deal with 'such petty grievances'? The very Curtis who'd let you into his private space within his club so you'd feel comfortable? So you'd feel safe from the leeches lurking within the crowds of the club? The same Curtis you've been secretly comparing to your book boyfriends and finding them lacking compared to him in the past few weeks?
It all boiled down to the one question that throbbed at the heart of it: could you really say no to this man when he was offering something you've always wanted and never thought it would happen?
The absence of his teasing touch had you lurching back to the moment.
His earlier smirk had shifted into something closer to an accepting sadness. You could see it in the dulling of his eyes, too, what he believed your prolonged silence meant.
The escape of a rueful chuckle as he moved to distance himself, to walk away and leave you be as he promised, was what ultimately spurred you to move first. To do something you've never once considered doing, something so bold in your opinion that you'd regret it if this were anyone but Curtis.
Before he'd even fully removed his arm from behind you, you practically launched yourself on top of him. Your hands soon settled on top of his solid shoulders while your knees moved onto either side of his sturdier thighs. The skirt your friends had chosen as well strained at the position you'd put it in, but you knew that could be remedied easily enough. They'd truly thought of everything with the skirt's hidden, full-length zipper, and you couldn't be happier for it.
But first, you leaned down and pressed your lips against his, boldly declaring your own claim.
Your lips slid against his for only a moment before he responded and took control himself. His hands found new homes on your hips, dragging you closer to his radiating warmth. The rough pads of his thumbs sought out the bits of your skin that your clothes hinted at, grounding you both in the moment.
"I need you," he breathed against your lips after you both parted for air, "but not here, my sweet bookworm. Can I show you something?"
You nodded, your breathing as unsteady as his.
The grin he shot you was both smug and tender as he gazed up at you with what you could only believe was admiration.
He pressed another kiss to your lips, soft and chaste compared to the last one, before he set you on your feet. His hands didn't leave their spots on your hips until you stepped a bit back to give him room to get up as well. Even then, one of his hands slid into yours, lacing your fingers as he led you to another door, almost hidden in the dark paneling. Pushing it open and flipping the light switch, he motioned you inside and shut the door behind you both.
It turned out to be a fully furnished bedroom with an en-suite bathroom. The decor matched that of the office with similar dark woods and rich furnishings. The four-poster king taking up the biggest part of the room took you by surprise. More surprising, though, were the thick curtains hung around it, ready to block out the rest of the world.
Curtis came up behind you, his arms wrapping your middle to drag you back into him. You could feel the evidence of his growing arousal though it was his lips that really drew your attention as they trekked a path from your jaw down the curve your neck and onto your shoulder. They nudged aside the strap of your top until he could peek at the shadow of cleavage it'd hinted at before.
"I've dreamed of this for so many nights," he murmured against your skin while his hands began to explore the curves they could reach from their current positions. "Not sure I'm going to last long now that it's happening."
You couldn't help the smile that slid into place at his words. It was truly a heady sensation to know you affected this man as you did. It made you feel bold in ways you never dreamed you'd ever be, which is possibly why you whispered, "We've got all night for you to make it up to me if you don't."
Curtis groaned in your ear, which only made your smile widen.
"Just need to tell my friends that you've got me. I don't want them to worry."
"Your wish is my command," he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before shifting to take your hand in his once more, "but first..."
He pulled you towards the bed's side where he quickly stripped you of your top and the skirt, easily finding the hidden zipper. Before you knew it, he lifted you as if you weighed nothing and set you as close to the center of the bed as possible.
Your elbows propped you up, eager to see what he'd do next, but he merely stared at you for a long moment. It was almost as if he were memorizing this moment, so he'd have it tucked away for future reference. Taking in the way you had one leg stretched straight out while the other bent slightly at the knee, you started to put together why. He'd gotten you set into one of the positions he'd seen on the romance novels you always vehemently denied owning to his face.
"Don't move," he gently ordered
You didn't dare defy his orders, curious to see what this night and this man would bring.
As it turned out, all those romances you denied reading would never live up to the pleasure this man gave and took in equal measure.
After that night, no other book boyfriend would stand a chance to your Curtis Everett.
