#mechanic!au

[naivegh0ul]

Okay hear me out on this... mechanic!au with the 141. After the events of MW3, the close call with Soap is too much so after they capture Makarov, they all retire (idk if this is possible but just go with it) and open up and autoshop somewhere in England.

It gives them something to do with their hands and it doesn't hurt anybody so it's a win-win. The shop is called 141 Bodyshop or something like that.

Price is the most popular, customers immediately trust him with the repair of their car because of how blunt yet kind he is with people. He also gives off Daddy energy and he can tell that the customers like that.

Gaz is the charmer within the group so most of the time he's behind the till because customers won't stop flirting with him instead of explaining what's wrong with their car.

Soap is more hands-on so he isn't interacting with people as much, though when he is Price has to scold him for trying to hide his number in the customers cars. He's too much of a flirt so Price has to keep him away from the customers.

Ghost is the main one who works on the cars because he's good with his hands (😉). He chooses to stay in the back with the cars because people don't like to talk to him, he scares most of the customers off and stares blankly at the ones who do try to flirt with him.

Idk this isn't thought out in the slightest it was just a thing that popped into my head before bed.

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I’m gonna need you to expand on that mechanic!Ghost idea bestie thanxxxxx love you!!!

Mechanic Ghost snapping on black latex gloves while cornering you in his shop. He doesn’t have the patience right now to scrub his hands raw before fingering you stupid touching you, and you clearly don’t have the manners to sit still and let a man work when he warns you to. And Ghost has given you ample warning.

[justhereforeskel]

Mechanic!AU aka an excuse to draw Eskel 🍑

[lottiecrabie]

Linecook to mechanic AU

oh i need to slut him out. why does he look so good here i’m feeling faint. it’s So mechanic matty

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Fixer Upper: Glasses Are Sexy - Mechanic!Curtis x Reader

Summary: You discover is not just that he can be grumpy that gives Curtis his signature scowl

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Fluff! Insecure Curtis! Glasses Kink?

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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It was a nice and relaxed evening, Curtis had picked you up from work and picked up some take-out for dinner on the way house. So the only thing left to do was relax.

You were sat reading, legs outstretched to rest over Curtis’ lap. He rested on hand on your calf, thumb gently stroking the exposed skin there as he read through and did some admin he didn’t get a chance to do earlier.

As you finished your current chapter you glanced up to see Curtis frowning deeply at the paperwork in his hand “hey why don’t you leave that for now, you should be relaxing not stressing over taxes or whatever you’re doing” you say poking him in the stomach with your foot.

“Hm?” Curtis hums his frown disappearing as soon as he looks over at you “oh it’s nothing, it’s simple stuff I’m not stressed,” he says with a gentle shake of the head.

“Oh okay, you were just frowning that’s all,” you tell him.

He tilts his head slightly “was I? Hadn’t noticed”

That makes you frown slightly, watching him carefully as he returns his attention back to his paperwork his frown instantly reappearing. You continue to watch him slyly as he worked noticing how whenever he looked off in thought the frown would go but as soon as he was looking at the paper right in front of him it would reappear.

“Wait Curtis,” you say sitting up and grabbing the piece of paper from his hands “can you read this,” you say holding it up in front of him.

Curtis looks back at you confused “yeah of course I can” he says shaking his head, a frown on his face.

“Without frowning or squinting,” you tell him “relax your face and try and read it”

Curtis lets out a huff but does as you say, his face relaxing and the frown disappearing as he looked at the sheet of paper “kinda” he answers.

“Is it fuzzy?” You question.

“Kinda, but I can work out what it says,” Curtis says shrugging his shoulders.

“And is it clearer if you squint?” You ask.

“A bit, not crystal clear but it’s better” he shrugs.

You drop the piece of paper and look back at him “Curtis you need glasses” you tell him.

Curtis scoffs shaking his head “no I don’t”

“Yes. You do. You should be able to read this perfectly fine” you tell him “without frowning” you add when you go to see him argue.

“It’s not that bad, I can get by” Curtis reasons taking the paper back from you.

“Yeah but you’re gonna make it worse, give yourself unnecessary headaches,” you say pointing over as he rubs his forehead “Curtis you need to get your eyes tested”

“I don’t want glasses though” he sighs.

“You’ll probably only need reading glasses, but you need to see an expert on it before it gets worse,” you tell him “for me? Please?” You add when you see him try and argue again, shuffling closer so you could rub his shoulder.

Curtis lets out a long sigh since he could never say no to you and you knew that “fine I’ll book an appointment in the morning”

You smile up at him, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek “thank you Curtis” you beam before snuggling down into his side “now let's just relax” you say taking the paperwork back and moving it out of reach.

Curtis lets out a huff of a laugh but nods, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer and kiss the top of your head. 

A week later you were sat in the waiting area in the optometrist’s office waiting for Curtis to finish his appointment. You were here mostly to help Curtis pick out frames but also to make sure he actually went to the appointment. Throughout the week you had caught him trying to get out of it, saying he was just tired that day, and his vision was fine. But you still caught him frowning whenever he was reading something.

You looked up from your book when you heard Curtis walking back out sheet of paper in hand. You smirk victoriously as you put your book away and walk over to him. The optometrist telling him to take his time picking some frames and to bring the frames and his prescription over to the desk when he was ready.

“Alright, you can say ‘I told you so’ now” Curtis sighs as you come to a stop in front of him.

You gasp dramatically smirking up at him “I would never!” Curtis just arches his brow knowingly “okay I told you so, now for the fun part, picking out your glasses” you smile linking your arm with his and pulling him towards the selection.

Since this was Curtis’ first pair of glasses you spent as much time as needed to find the right shape and colour that complimented his face shape. The more he tried on the more you could tell he was getting frustrated and losing interest.

“What about these?” You say passing him some clear-framed glasses.

He lets out a long sigh sliding them on, he glances in the mirror for barely a second before looking back at you and shrugging his shoulders “they’re alright” he mutters.

You frown slightly as you look up at him “Curtis what’s wrong?” You ask him.

“Nothing-“ Curtis starts shaking his head.

“Curtis,” you say knowingly as you look up at him.

He lets out a long sigh as he looks down at the floor “I dunno, I’m just… I’m not…” he says before glancing up to look at you “I’m not someone who cares about looks or anything” he says gesturing to himself “but I can’t help but feel a bit subconscious… and the guys….” he admits quietly.

You give him a soft smile, stepping closer to him so you could reach up to cup his cheek “Curtis, I can promise you that you have nothing to worry about” you reassure him “yeah the guys might tease you a little but they’ll also tell you that you look great because you do, you really suit glasses”

“Really?” Curtis asks unconvinced.

“Yeah, why do you think I’m having so much fun getting you to try all of them on,” you say with a small smirk “but look we’ve been a while and I can tell you’re tired and we don’t have to decide today we can come back tomorrow or later this week so let's just try one last one and if you don’t like it we’ll leave it” you suggest.

A smile tugs at Curtis’ lips as he wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer, kissing the top of your head “thank you sweetheart” he murmurs into your head.

“It’s nothing, now I’ll let you pick the last pair, just follow your gut,” you tell him taking a step back so he could take lead.

“Okay” Curtis mutters turning back to the wall full of glasses.

You watch as he purses his lips in thought glancing around at all the different frames. Taking his time to scan over each of them. A few moments later he reached out to grab a pair, sliding them on and turning to you.

“What do you think,” he asks.

Your smile widens as you look up at him. The glasses he picked out were perfect. The shape worked and dark brown which gradually turned lighter further down complimented him perfectly, and you could still clearly see his brilliant blue eyes which was your favourite part.

“You look amazing Curtis” you beam up at him.

“Really?” He asks unconvinced.

“Yeah, you look really sexy in glasses, like a sexy professor or something” you smirk resting your hands on his chest.

Curtis smirks tilting his head slightly as he looks down at you “is that something you like?” He asks.

“Yeah, but not as much as a grumpy, grease-covered mechanic” you smirk.

“What about a grumpy grease-covered mechanic with glasses?” Curtis asks wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Now that is the jackpot” you smile.

Curtis grins back down at you as he leans down to softly capture your lips “I think we’ve found our winner then” he smiles.

“You sure?” You ask him “you don’t have to decide today”

“No these are the ones, and you know why I know that?” He smirks down at you, you gently shaking your head in response, Curtis leans in closer and lowers his voice “because of the look in your eyes that tells me we’re gonna have fun when we get home”

You could heat rise to your cheeks as you bit at your lower lip, but you couldn’t argue because he was right after all.

“So why don’t we finish up so we can get home” Curtis smiles slipping his hand into yours.

“Sounds perfect” you grin.

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[comatosebunny09]

You've been putting off that oil change for far too long, sis.

You can't ignore that angry, red oil lamp leering at you from the dash much longer. So, you call a mom-and-pop shop to schedule an appointment for an oil change. And to your surprise, they have an opening right now!

Sure, you don't want to shell out the coins to keep your car running. Rather spend your money on booze, food, and whatever other oddities get you through the weekend. But you're an adult now. You've got 'sponsibilities. You want to trade that car in for a Mercedes someday.

Right?

You whip down the sunny highway, weaving through traffic. Pull up to the quaint repair shop you'd phoned earlier, still wearing your uniform and smelling like the struggle—it's inventory week. Lots of heavy lifting, sweating, and hating your life. 

It's surprisingly clean inside despite being low-key. Freshly painted, ivory walls. Glittering tile floors. Smells like bubblegum and lemon interweaved with motor oil. Warm and homely in contrast to the biting cold outside.

A neatly-arranged lobby sits on your left, two rows of chairs flanking the wall-mounted T.V., abuzz with the weather. Ceiling high windows permit sun rays to shine through. To your right is a marbled counter with a black top, unmanned, tidy stacks of paper, and intricately arranged business cards adorning it.

The door behind the counter is cracked open, a conglomerate of drilling, whirring, and shouting over heavy machinery pouring in. You ring the bell perched on the counter's edge to get serviced. Wait a few beats. Convinced no one will hear you over all the ruckus going on outside, you turn around to lean against the counter, thoroughly engrossed by your phone.

You don't notice when he sneaks in. Situational awareness has always been shit despite your profession. Hear him before you see him, his tone like static tearing into a quiet room. You flinch, spinning around to face the room's new occupant with squinted eyes.

"Good morning, Miss!" says this blond mountain of a man, throwing you off kilter. "How may I assist you?"

He's all teeth and sunshine, this guy. Towers a good foot over you. He wears sandy skin stretched over sharp features. Wiry, dark brows. Freckles stipple his nose. Dimples crater his cheeks. Wheat-colored hair bleeds into a deep crimson on his shoulders and frames his jaws. His face is smudged with what you assume is oil. But it does nothing to detract from how incredible he looks.

You can make out the virility of his body through the confines of his royal blue jumpsuit. Arms lean and bulging with veins pouring from his rolled-up sleeves. Homie clearly works out. He drums his thick fingers on the countertop. You gnaw on your lip, unconsciously imagining them wrapped around your throat...

Despite majoring in linguistics, you've suddenly forgotten how to speak. Mouth gaping like a fish. Eyes blinking rapidly. Your heart is pounding over time in your ears. You're scorching hot.

Breathe, girl.

Breathe.

When you've found your voice again, you clear your throat. Try to act all casual, like you didn't almost wet your panties. "I-I'm here for a nine-o-clock oil change."

"Ah!" he remarks as if you've unearthed the meaning of life. You resist snorting, watching this ball of electricity bounce around and fiddle with a clipboard. He passes it to you, grin never faltering, your nerves slowly draining away. "Please fill out all of the highlighted areas with your information!"

He's intense, sure. Like an ecstatic puppy waiting for its owner to toss a tennis ball. But he gives you good vibes. Smile is infectious. You can't help the ghost of one sliding past your lips as you grab a pen. Feel heat pervading your cheeks, and you glance down to jot down your info.

You slide the beach boy your documents and keys when you're done. He dangles them between you, chuckling at your choice of keychain. A gaudy, fuzzy, pink ball that's been through some things. You're suddenly self-conscious. A little more self-aware, with your hair sticking up at odd angles, your uniform coated with a film of dust, and the laces of your boots peeking out. Though, dude doesn't seem to notice or care.

He tells you to make yourself comfortable halfway out the door again. Motions to the coffee bar nestled beneath the T.V. Flashes you another thousand-watt smile. Says, "my name is Kyojuro, by the way," before going outside to bring your ride around back.

As you plop your weary bones into a chair in the lobby, you can't help wondering how someone that hot ended up working at a place like this.

But dammit, if you don't enjoy having something nice to look at while you wait.

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[pollenallergie]

Everyone loves to talk about mechanic!Eddie. While I personally think mechanic!Eddie is a super hot idea and is probably pretty close to canon (cause I believe the set designer talked about it?? idk), I just can’t help but think that there’s another occupation that suits our dearest boy better. Cars are great and all, but I just know that man loves music more than anything so, even if he couldn’t make it big as a rockstar, he’d still follow that path in any way possible. Maybe he’d open up a music shop where he sells instruments and gives lessons on the side, maybe he’d get really good a repairing and even crafting instruments, or maybe he’d even just want to run a record shop. I think fixing cars would be the most rational option (or at least the most enjoyable of all the rational options), but 1) Eddie’s certainly not known for making the smartest decesions and 2) Eddie’s true passion would always be music.

My own personal headcanon is that he starts repairing instruments and giving lessons on the side just to bring in some extra cash, falls in love with it, and tries his damnedest to make a career out of it. Mechanic!Eddie is hot, but passionate musician!Eddie is hotter.

[bluegiragi]

the new in-house artist is kinda eye-catching...

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[swordsandholly]

Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because you’re just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize you’re a bit… dense.

Total ditz to be precise.

But they can’t really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.

Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. It’s really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Don’t worry about it too much, dove. He’ll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? You’re getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?

Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. He’ll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, you’ve got tae get in close. Closer.

Until you’re bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.

Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft ‘baby girl’ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever you’re standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - he’ll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.

Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. He’s feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when it’s pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.

After that he can’t get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud he’s the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

more of my re9 antaganoist mia AU..

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mechanic!ghost vibes

There’s a third image missing here of my hand covered in his come

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.

Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.

Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.

It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.

It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.

Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.

It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.

They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.

They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.

"What." Eddie says.

"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.

"Me?"

"You like dnd?"

He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.

"Doubt it," the boy says.

Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.

The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.

"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"

Dustin shrugs. "Steve."

"Steve?"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."

"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.

He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"

"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."

Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.

They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.

It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.

Steve.

"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.

Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"

"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.

"Um, the kids?"

And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.

"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."

Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.

"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."

Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."

"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."

Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."

"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"

Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."

Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."

"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."

"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.

"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."

"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."

"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."

"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.

"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"

Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.

He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.

And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.

[lottiecrabie]

I saw someone post this, but New au Matty. Mechanic Matty! He’s all gross and smells like oil. Gives you a discount because he thinks your so pretty. You fuck in the back of his dirty mechanic shop. Somehow your car breaks over and over again, and you’re always coming back to dirty, oil smelling, Marlboro red smoking mechanic Matty. Think of Ethel Cains “crush”

“He works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro reds”

i’m glad i know someone posted about it i was like how did So many people think of mechanic matty at the same time….

but yeah matty just covered in grease and sweat and wearing those slutty tight muscles tees💞💞 he flirts with you all the time because he likes to see you blush. he fucks you on the hood of your car and maybe you even ride him in the backseat of it. he fixes it for barely anything (“ah, this thing has been good to me.”) he drives you home if he has to keep your vehicle for a while and he always drives past the speed limit in his illegally modified car and Obviously he fingers you during it. he races with his friends and asks for good luck kisses. you’re the flag girl at the start. he teaches you how to change a tire so you’re never stranded. ROADHEAD

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Fixer Upper: A Long Day - Mechanic!Curtis x Reader

A/N: This is dedicated to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ as it was our conversation that inspire me to finally finish this wip that I was too tired to finish for months! Hope you enjoy this comforting Curtis

Summary: Curtis looks after you after a very long, tiring day at work

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Walking into the break room you let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. When you reached your locker you rested your forehead against the cold metal fighting the urge to fall asleep right there and then.

“I think I might have actually died and come back as a zombie at hour 9” you hear Mollie say as she walks into the break room behind you.

You let out a weak snort of laughter lifting your head so you could look over at her “That was me at hour 7”

“Oh god yeah you had that Karen didn’t you? What happened in the end?” Mollie asks as she opens up her locker and pulls out her bag.

“Dr Roberts had to step in and you know she takes no shit,” you tell her, your head back resting against your locker.

“Did she do her worst-case scenario trick?” Mollie smirks knowingly.

“Oh yeah” you laugh nodding your head “threw in some Latin phrases too, Karen was quaking in her boots and finally let them do the procedure”

“What was even her problem to begin with? It's a simple minor surgery” Mollie asks as she shrugs on her coat.

“She didn’t like that Dr Roberts was a female, and demanded a male surgeon” you explain finally having the energy to open your locket and grab your bag and coat.

“Asshole” Mollie grumbles before smirking to herself “should introduce her to Mr Tanner”

You couldn’t help but snort with laughter at the idea of that “I would say that would be a match made in heaven but they both belong in hell so,” you say shrugging on your coat.

“Hell-born soulmates” Mollie chuckles as the two of you finally make your way out of the break room “So you got plans for the evening?”

“No I’m too exhausted to do anything, just gonna collapse on the couch and fall asleep,” you say shaking your head.

“Poor Curtis” Mollie smirks making you roll your eyes “I bet he wanted to get lucky tonight”

“Curtis knows well enough that after a 12-hour shift, I am dead to the world, he’ll probably just tinker in the garage for the evening while I get an early night,” you say shaking your head, wrapping your arms around yourself as you step out into the cold evening air.

“Ah, so that’s why I never hear you the day after,” Mollie says making you frown in confusion “You’re too busy getting busy” she smirks.

“You’re a nightmare” you state shaking your head.

“I don’t hear you denying it,” Mollie says in a sing-songy voice as she walks over to her car, you respond by just flipping her off while carrying on to your car “Love you!” She calls out.

“Love you too” you call back before climbing into your car.

The brief boost of energy you had gotten from stepping out into the cold evening air was completely depleted by the time you got home. Trudging into the house like a zombie. Jacques came running over to you instantly his whole body wiggling as he said hello.

“Hey buddy, yes hello,” you say tiredly, giving him a few pats.

“Hey, how was work?” Curtis asks as he appears from the kitchen.

“Urgh” you respond making Curtis chuckle as he walked over.

“Scale from one to ten how tired are you feeling?” He asks as he helps you take off your coat, hanging it up for you.

“Z” you mutter.

Curtis chuckles once more as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his embrace. You bury your face in his chest, breathing in his woodsy, smoky scent which was just distinctly him.

“It’s a good thing I already have dinner on the good, should be done in the next five minutes,” Curtis tells you, his large hand running up and down your back.

“Is it comfy food?” You mumble, your voice muffled by his chest.

“It’s mac and cheese so it's the definition of comfy food” Curtis chuckles “And afterwards I’ll run you a bath to soothe all the aches I know you’ll have and then we’ll stick on a movie you don’t care about falling asleep during and call it a night”

You let out a small hum “sounds amazing but I don’t think I have the energy to move past this point”

Curtis chuckles kissing the top of your head “not a problem sweetie, just hold on tight,” he says.

You were about to question what he meant but you didn’t get the chance. Squeaking in surprise when he bent down enough to hook his hands behind your knees, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his skinny waist.

“And I’ll do all the moving,” he says kissing your cheek which with the added leverage was now level with his.

Curtis carried you into the kitchen before carefully setting you down at the table. He then bent down to untie the laces of your shoes and slowly slip them off. He put them out of reach of Jacques before cupping your cheek and softly kissing you.

“Relax, you more than deserved it,” he says pecking your lips once more as the timer on the oven goes signalling that dinner was ready.

You smile softly, resting your chin in your hand as you watched Curtis pull the mac and cheese out of the oven. He quickly served out two portions, placing your plate down in front of you with a kiss to the top of the table.

“Under the table Jacques” Curtis says as he sits down, Jacques running under the table and lying down so he was still in prime position for scraps but wouldn’t be staring you down.

You smiled over at Curtis as you tucked in, the mac and cheese being the perfect pick-me-up comfort meal, especially since Curtis had made it.

Once you had finished eating Curtis cleared up the plates, turning back to you he crouches down and moves your arms so they were around his shoulders. He murmured another “Hold on tight” as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You giggle softly, kissing his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder as he carries you through the house. He takes you upstairs and into the bathroom settling you down on the counter as he moves to run you a bath.

“Let’s get these scrubs off,” he says as he turns back to you.

“Will you get in with me?” You ask reaching out to tug at his light grey vest.

A smile tugs at your lips “You’re supposed to be relaxing” he points out as he pulls off your scrub top.

“And I can’t think of a better way to relax” you smirk making him chuckle.

“Fine but no funny business” Curtis says with a knowing look.

You hold your hands up in surrender “I’ll keep my hands to myself as long as you do” you say making Curtis laugh again.

“Sure, now c’mon” he grins leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose.

You watch with a lazy smile on your face as Curtis undresses and climbs into the bath. Sliding off the counter you finish getting undressed yourself and climb in with him, letting out a moan as you sink into to warm water.

Once you were seated Curtis wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your shoulder “Feel good?” He hums.

“So so good” you sigh happily, leaning back into his chest.

Curtis hums running his hands up your arms before resting them on your shoulder and begging to massage your neck and shoulders. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips as he kneaded the knots away with his large skilled hands.

“Oh yeah right there” you moan, your head tilting forward to give him better access.

Curtis lets out a low chuckle, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of your neck. He continues to massage you until all the knots were gone and you were practically slumped against him.

When the water began to cool you both climbed out, Curtis wrapping you in a warm fluff towel capturing your lips in his for a sweet kiss. You then got dressed into some comfy PJs and climbed into bed while Curtis went to make sure the house was all locked up.

When he returned he pulled you into his embrace and stuck on one of your favourite Disney movies. One that you’d seen so many times that you didn’t mind falling asleep during. Which was good because the cosy feeling that being in Curtis’ arms gave you meant it wasn’t long until you fell asleep in his arms. Curtis pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you dozed off.

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