Theo and i had been dating for about 3 months now but it has been a secret because my older brother Stiles hates Theo and i just don’t wanna go through all that with them. I was walking home in the rain. I could find Theo and Stiles already left so i didn’t really have a choice. When i came i saw a note from Stiles saying “i’m out i’ll be back at like 5”.
I ran up the stairs and headed straight to the bathroom i always kept my pajamas in there so i changed into those after a nice hot shower. I put on my short black shorts and a grey tight shirt and headed for my room. I didn’t even notice Theo sitting on my bed until i heard him cough. I spun around thinking it was a stranger but to my liking i saw Theo standing up.
“Hey beautiful” he said and kissed my lip.
I kissed him back and mumbled a “hey” between kisses. His hand started going to my ass before he broke the kiss
“i like these” he said referring to my shorts and i smiled. I had totally forgotten the time when me and Theo started undressing. We had never done it but we both really wanted although something was always in the way either it was Stiles being home or my dad. Once we were just about to but neither of us had a condom. Theo and i were in just our underwear and i was straddling him on the bed when we heard a knock on the door.
Before i could open my mouth to tell them to wait the door open revealing Stiles and my dad who looked horrified
“THEO” Stiles yelled making his way to the bed and pulling Theo out of my bed.
“STILES STOP” i yelled at him trying to cover myself.
“Who the hell is this” my dad said stepping and taking Theo from Stiles. I looked at them with so much anger. I knew what this looked like but they still couldn’t act like this. “
It’s my boyfriend Theo” i said sternly
“YOU CAN NOT DATE HIM” Stiles yelled from the other side of me bed “why not i” i was gonna continue but Theo cut me off
“sheriff please let me go and let me explain” Theo said pulling his arm away from my dad and putting on his pants and throwing me his shirt that i gladly put on.
“How long have you guys… Have you had… Omg what if you got pregnant… I’m losing my mind” Stiles said in bits and i got out of my bed and grabbed Theo’s hand.
“We have been dating for 3 months now.” I said not wanting to look at my dad
“have you guys…” Stiles started but couldn’t finish
“why does it matter” i asked getting angrier
“because it would be him taking my baby sister’s innocence” he said looking right at Theo with a deadly look.
“I’M STILL A FUCKING VIRGIN” i said not waiting to have this conversation
“How old are you” my dad finally spoke up “17 sir” Theo answer him and i could see the disappointment in my father’s eyes “YOU’RE 17… THAT MY DAUGHTER SHE’S 15 THEO WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING” now he was the one yelling.
“Maybe you should go” i said while putting on my pants and giving Theo his shirt back. As Theo left i could feel my heart breaking. “Why the hell do you have to that” i asked when i knew Theo was gone
“HE’S 17 AND SUPERNATURAL” Stiles screamed he was gonna continue but my dad put a hand up signaling for him to stop
“do you love him” he asked calmly and that was the question i dreaded answering
So, I promised @takemeawaytocamelot that this would be finished by the end of the week, and I always keep my promises!
This is a continuation of “Two Sugars, Extra Cream” which you can find here under Coffee Shop AU . Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Dates and Deal Breakers
6:30, and I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror contemplating what in
God’s name I should do with my hair. Steaming milk for 6 hours did wonders for
curls, and not in the good way. The only way to fix this was to shower, and I
simply did not have time for that.
you think Adso?” I turned to the small pile of gray fur in the doorway. “Is it
acceptable? Oh, gross!” He was licking his nether-parts. I wasn’t sure if he
did that for business or pleasure, but it was disgusting either way.
at my exclamation, green eyes bright in his charcoal face. He stared
unwaveringly, making me super uncomfortable after his previous activity.
to take that awkward stare as a yes, and assume I look all right,” I told him.
He meowed happily, and rubbed himself in a figure-eight around my legs. “Okay,
don’t trip me Addy. It’s one thing to have messy hair on a first date. It’s
another to have a broken arm.”
continued his rubbing, anyway. Obviously, he didn’t care about my feelings
whatsoever. But, what cat ever did?
to face the full length mirror on the door, and surveyed “The Outfit,” bottom
to top. Black boots, black tights, black dress. Black on black on black.
My eyes made their way to my
hair. Wild as ever, dark curls springing in every direction. There was no hope
Maybe I should put a headband or something in
A headband? What are you, Beauchamp?
I ran my hands through it, zooshing
it up a bit.
Shit, that made it worse.
Before I could destroy my hair
further, Adso startled me by yowling at the door.
Is that him?
And then the doorbell rang.
drove an obnoxiously large, obnoxiously red truck.
“Compensating for something, my
lad?” Jamie had my hand in his, carefully assisting me into his monstrosity
vehicle. He gave me a pointed look and slammed the door, but otherwise did not
acknowledge my hilarious joke. I watched the top of his red mane float across
the windshield before he appeared fully on the other side.
“Nay, ‘twas my godfather’s. He sold
it to me fer a guid price.” Jamie heaved into the truck using his grab handles.
He wiggled a bit in his seat, before buckling up.
“And what did your godfather need a
truck this large for?”
“I dinna ken. Tae hold his big
balls, most like.”
Jamie whipped his truck into the
parking lot of a place called Iggy’s Steakhouse.
“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing
I’m not a vegetarian…” I said, wrestling with the seatbelt. Jamie had already
unbuckled and magically appeared at my side, opening the door for me. He held
out his hand, and I used that as leverage to hop out of the truck.
“Aye… Perhaps I shoulda asked…”
“Perhaps. But you’re lucky. I eat
meat like nobody’s business.”
“Good.” He placed a hand gently on
the small of my back (!!!) and started leading me to the entrance. His hand was
large, and probably took up half the space on my back. But it was warm, and his
thumb was make tiny, almost imperceptible motions against my dress. I could
melt, and would happily be the small English puddle in his life.
Despite the name (Seriously, what
kind of name is Iggy? Is it short for something?), the inside was lovely and
proper. Small tabled were arranged in rows, each with a candle and a white
tablecloth. Small chandeliers littered the ceiling, creating a charming, dim
ambiance. I heard, amongst the chattering of patrons, quiet orchestral music.
This had to be the fanciest first date I’ve ever been on, and I told Jamie just
“Wow. This place is wonderful! I’ve
never heard of it before.”
“Well, it’s not a huge place, ken. My
mate Angus owns the place. That’s how I knew about it,” Jamie responded, as we
stepped to the hostess. “Two under Fraser, please.”
The woman guided us to our table. A
table with a card on it that read “Reservation”
in calligraphy. I suppose it pays to know the owner. Speaking of the owner…
“So,” I began, as I shimmied out of
my coat. “Your friend’s name is Angus. And he owns a steak restaurant… I can
taste the irony, and it tastes like cow.” Jamie chuckled, teeth sparkling in
“Aye. I dinna ken if he did that
purposely.” He took a small sip of water. “But, he’s the type that would, so…” He took another sip, this time including an ice
cube. He bit down on the ice with a crunch, and munched on it happily, very
much like a cow we were preparing to eat.
“Wow, Fraser. Hungry?”
“Bad habit. I’ve done it since I
was a lad. Anytime I would get hot or nervous, I’d eat ice. Deal breaker?”
“No, my bad habits are much worse,
just you wait,” I grinned. Jamie mirrored my grin.
“Nay, I doubt that. Ice crunching
is probably the worst habit anyone could have. It’s irritatin’ and it’s bad for
“You know what else is bad for your
“I dinna know you smoked.” I could
hear the trepidation in his voice. Obviously, that was a deal breaker for him.
“I don’t. I’m just giving you a fun
fact.” With that, he let out a breath.
“Yer always messin’ wi’ me,
“I know. I think that’s just how I
“Yer flirting wi’ me?”
“I’ve been flirting with you since
we first met. Thanks for noticing.”
Our dinners came out perfectly
arranged on silvery plates. A medium rare steak took up one half, a small salad
took up the other. It looked simply mouth-watering. And I, feeling more than a
bit peckish, started cutting into it immediately. Jamie, I noticed, did not.
“Oh, aye. Everything’s fine.” He
waved over the server; a blond boy no more than 17. “Excuse me, sir? Could I
maybe have a bottle of ketchup?”
“Umm, aye?” The boy answered,
perplexed, before scampering off. I was confused as well.
“What in God’s name do you need
“My steak, o’ course.” I stared at
him blankly. Surely he was joking…
“What? Have ye no seen a man put
ketchup on his steak before?” He seemed slightly miffed by my attitude.
“No! Never!” It was the truth. I
had heard of such blasphemies, but never experienced them first-hand. “You mean
to tell me that you took me this nice place, all to drown your delicious steak
in ketchup. And your friend owns the place, no less!”
“Are ye mocking my food choice?”
Was he truly hurt by this?
“No!” I assured. “I’m just…concerned.
Donald Trump eats his steak with ketchup, and I just don’t want you to end up
like that…” He rolled his eyes at me. At this time, the young server popped in
to drop off Jamie’s desecration, before leaving again. Jamie squeezed the
ketchup in his plate, cut into his meal, dipped it in said ketchup, and took an
enormous bite. Even more disturbing was him staring at me with wide blue eyes
the entire time.
“You’re killing me; you know that?”
“Aye. It’s why I’m doing it. Hope
this isn’t a deal breaker either.” I thought for a second, eyes to the ceiling.
“No, but you’re pushing it.”
Dinner tasted as good as it looked,
and I, thankfully, didn’t vomit while watching Jamie eat ketchup drenched
“We’re ready fer the check, please,”
Jamie told the boy-server.
“Aye, sir,” he responded.
“It was delicious Jamie,” I said
once the boy was gone. “You’ll have to tell your friend that he has a wonderful
“Aye, I will, Sassenach,” Jamie
replied as he took the check-holder from the server, and deftly slid his card
into the designated pocket before handing it back to him. “He’ll be pleased.”
wrapped his arm around me as we left the restaurant, which left me feeling all
safe and warm. He carefully maneuvered me back into his firetruck, before
floating over to his side.
he said seriously. This caught my attention. Usually we were playful, and
banter-y. This was different. He reached over, and tucked a stray curl behind
my ear. “I forgot tae tell ye how lovely ye looked tonight. I should have when
I picked ye up, but I was too busy staring, ken? Truly, ye are the loveliest
woman, inside and out.”
No one had ever spoken to me like that, with such sweetness and sincerity. I
wasn’t used to it, and I didn’t know how to respond.
Jamie. You look very handsome yourself this evening.” It was the truth. He wore
a green and blue plaid shirt that simultaneously brought out the red in his
hair and the blue in his eyes. His jeans were dark, and hugged his hips
lovingly. But it was more than that. It was the twinkle in his eyes. The deep
laugh. The small bump in his nose. The ears that stuck out just a bit. The
kindness and humour that came so effortlessly to him. I was infatuated. He
smiled brightly, pulling at the dimple in his chin.
Claire. Not just for the compliment, but fer spending the evening wi’ me.”
“It was my
“Shit.” I wasn’t sure if I had
ever heard Jamie curse, but I suppose there was a first time for everything.
wrong?” But I could already feel it. The truck was slowing down, with no assistance
from Jamie. He veered over to the shoulder of the road. “Did your truck just
out of gas.” I also don’t think I’ve ever seen Jamie angry, but tonight was a
night of firsts, I suppose. His eyes narrowed, and I saw him clenching and
unclenching his jaw. He jumped out of the truck, and slammed the door, hard. I
know he was trying to keep his voice down for me, but I still heard the muffled
profanities. Some I wasn’t even sure were real words. He circled the truck a
couple times, before opening the door again.
station, up over the hill. I’ll have to push it. You scoot over and make sure I
dinna push it into traffic.”
But he had already closed the door again, and positioned himself at the back. I
felt the truck start to move forward, so I moved over to the driver’s side, and
was how we spent the next hour: trying to get the truck up the hill. I offered
to push while he steered for a bit, but he was having none of it. So, I sat
there steering when I needed to, pushing the brakes when I needed to, but
altogether feeling quite useless.
made it to the station, Jamie was red-faced with hair sticking to his forehead
and neck. I wouldn’t tell him this, but it was kind of sexy.
Lord!” He exclaimed after filling his truck up. I could tell he was worn. He
was breathing harder than usual. Gone was the alive twinkle in his eyes. It was
replaced by glassy exhaustion.
need me to drive? You’re about to pass out.”
me help, Jamie.”
verra kind, but I’m completely awake. My muscles just ache.”
I could be
as stubborn as any Scot, and he could see it too. I had my jaw set and my eyes
narrowed, ready to be a mule.
We ended up
performing an odd sort of dance across the bench seat, so that we switched
places. If this vehicle seemed big as a passenger, it was completely enormous
as the driver. I carefully backed out of the space, and sped to a racing crawl
all the way back to my flat.
credit, he did not fall asleep as a drove. He was, however, staring unseeingly
at the street lamps passing by. When I parked at my flat, his reverie broke.
make it back okay?” I asked as he walked me to my door.
dinna live too far. Besides, I told ye, my body’s jus’ tired, no my brain.”
Dinna worry. I’ll text ye when I get home, okay?”
make me feel better.” Now here came the awkward part. The part I was never good
at: the goodbye after the first date. Do we kiss? Do we hug? Do we shake hands?
High five? Fist bump? Jamie placed a hand on my shoulder.
“I had a wonderful time, Sassenach.
Shall we do it again sometime?”
“You have my number.” I winked at
him. He blinked owlishly back. And then wrapped me in his arms in a crushing
that won’t do.
I pulled away from him, and pecked
him lightly on the corner of his mouth.
“Be safe, Jamie.”
Iggy’s Restaurant is a fake restaurant. Any resemblance to other restaurants past or present is complete coincidental.
Also, I did have the steakhouse written before today, but I just had to put the ketchup part in after ECCC panel. :)
okay Pristin sounds cool and they even have their own meaning!
Flash black to Seventeen. Pledis were like
“okay we have bunch of kids here.. how many do we have here?” “17 sir” “right, what should we call them?” “…Seventeen… sir?” “Brilliant! Seventeen it is!”
Few years later… 13 remains
“What are we going to do with Seventeen name without changing them?! David do the math! Anything with seventeen” “13ppl+3unit+1team=17 sir” “Spectacular! Great! Seventeen and oh dont forget to give this script to Seungcheol.”
“Sir, if it’s not going to put you in too much of a bind, I’d like to resign as company First Sergeant. If I had my choice, I miss being back amongst the men. I’d be happy to go to as Staff Sergeant, whichever platoon you want to put me in.”
7. Iconic Moment ™
“There is no need to call me ‘sir’ professor.”
17. OTP, nOTP, brOTP, OT3
brOTP: James and Sirius
OT3: (I don’t really have any? I’m sorry!)
So I feel like he was inexcusable in his actions of his youth and of his abuse of Neville and Harry. He was single minded, jealous, and uncaring about what consequences his actions had only until the affected him. That being said, I think he gained a glimmer of redemption at the very end, and while the idea that he was doing it for a memory was sweet, I think it was portrayed incorrectly. A better way to have worked that may have been that while Lily was originally why he wanted Harry protected, he knew that Harry was his own entity and to protect him outside of a sick unrequited love.
Transcript of call from witness R.L.
what’s your emergency?
R.L.: I need to report an accident. Somebody- a car just went over the
barrier on the I-17. Northbound.
do you see a mile marker?
R.L.: Yeah, we’re, ah, we’re outside of Camp Verde in Copper Canyon.
I’m walking towards the mile marker. There’s- it looks like 282.
many vehicles are involved?
R.L. I think it’s- oh fuck, did you hear that? Whatever ran off the
cliff just exploded. There’s smoke coming up over the side of the mountain.
got someone on the way.
Transcript of call from witness D.W.
County 911, what’s the emergency?
D.W.: Yeah, an SUV just went over the cliff. The car is on fire and
there are people screaming. It’s…it’s fucking chaos out here.
this Northbound 17 just south of…Camp Verde?
D.W.: Yes. People are trying to get down the cliff.
you see any injuries, ma’am?
D.W.: Yes, there’s people, there’s [inaudible] in the
ravine outside the car. There’s, oh my god, there’s kids. There’s kids and an
adult. A woman, I think.
D.W.: No, they’re all dead.
leaned back against my truck and took a few deep drags of my cigarette before
snubbing it out on the tire and flicking it under the car next to me. Stella
should be pulling up with the kids any minute and she’d flip her shit if she
saw me smoking.
I watched for headlights coming around the corner of the hotel parking lot I
popped a breath mint and took a swig of water. Phoenix was hot in July -
oppressively hot. And even though the sun was almost down I couldn’t last out
here much longer.
it was a nice escape from my frigid hometown of Flagstaff in the winter,
Phoenix left much to be desired in the summertime. I tried to come down as
infrequently as possible during the during the summer months but sometimes work
made that impossible. I always hated leaving the mountains. Even though the
valley was only two and a half hours away from Flag, it may as well have been a
thousand miles. My small, mountain town and the sprawling, desert city might as
well be different countries all together.
saw the headlights of Stella’s silver Mazda peak around the corner of the
building and I pushed myself off the truck.
pulled into a nearby space and I smiled as I went to greet her. I could tell by
the look on her face when she got out that she was tired and worn down.
was the drive?” I asked her as I opened the back door to let Aiden and
You know I hate that drive, I don’t know how you do it so often.”
laughed. “Well that’s what I get paid for. A necessary evil to keep my
family living in luxury.”
do I have to go tonight?” Aiden yelled from the trunk of the car where he
was trying, in vain, to pull his overnight bag out of the jostled mess of
you don’t like dressing up?”
made a face at me. “I hate it. Plus there’s not gonna be other kids
not true; Dani and Paul’s kids will be there.”
girls, they don’t count.”
have your brother.”
he’s only three.”
Stella yelled as she propped the door into the hotel open. “Quit
complaining and get your brother inside. What’s the room number, Matt?”
took his brother’s hand and walked him inside and down the hall. When Stella
and I were alone, I eyed the trunk with confusion.
so many bags? You know we’re only here for tonight, don’t you?”
Matt, I know that.” Stella rubbed her temples.
I’m fine. Just tired.”
heat probably isn’t helping either. Do you want to go inside? I’ll get the
I’ll help. Have you seen Dani and Paul yet this week?”
yet. They’re been busy.”
and Paul were very close friends of my wife and I. The only reason Stella and
kids were even in Phoenix was to attend their tenth anniversary dinner this
evening. I’d been here all week working on campus and I was tired of the heat
and ready to go home.
much as I loved our friends I couldn’t wait to depart in the morning for higher
elevations and cooler temperatures – even with Dani and Paul’s three daughters
in tow. Stella had graciously offered to watch their kids while they spent next
you have an Excedrin, hon?”
Is your head hurting again?” I asked.
been tired and nauseous a lot in the past few days, Stel. Are you sure you’re
I’ve just been getting a lot of headaches lately.”