I had a hard time adjusting to the whole ‘mate’ thing
Because I’m Australian and when you read sad, feel-inducing lines like “I lost my mate,” you kinda just…laugh?
Like lemme help you find him for ya’ mate
When Lucien and Elain happened at the end of ACOMAF (You’d think I would have adjusted by then) and Lucien was all like “you’re my mate”
and all I could do was cry-laugh at the same time going like “sure, same goes for me, mate”
AND THE ACCENT I IMAGINE IT IN? LIKE WITH THE HEAVY, TOTALLY-NOT-SEXY-IN-THAT-CONTEXT AUSTRALIAN ACCENT. You just suddenly go from English/ Scottish/ whatever accent that’s sexy as hell, and then you suddenly hear this ‘what’s gon’ on down’ under’ accent infiltrating your feels.
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The Real Master Chef
Summary: another in the series of 3am fics which are officially a thing now. sorry.
The text message he got just before he got into his car to drive home only said “need more Cheetos”, and for a moment he considered whether he should stop and get her more or not. For the past twelve days she’d consumed her entire body weight in Cheetos. But she’d also followed the doctor’s orders and stayed at home - not that she had much of a choice with a leg that was fractured in three places. But he knew how hard it had been staying cooped up, so if consuming unhealthy amounts of unhealthy snacks was what it took to keep her resting then he was going to have to pass by the supermarket.
At least it was less annoying than her other thing during that time. He couldn’t remember on what day it was precisely, but some time early on, Patterson introduced Jane to Master Chef Australia and ever since, it had been the only thing playing. She’d gone back to season one and worked her way through all the seasons and was now almost caught up with the current season.
And sure enough, when he walked into the apartment, he heard what he was now quite familiar with. The theme song of the show played loudly as he placed the grocery bags, including he Cheetos, in the kitchen.
“Hey, how was your day?” He asked as he walked over and kissed her briefly.
“Fine,” she said, “did you get the Cheetos?”
The crankiness was part of the package as well, but he wasn’t complaining. He figured if he was stuck at home, unable to move, for three weeks,he would be even worse.
“Yup,” he replied, “right here.” He handed her a bag and sat next to her.
“So? Did you learn any interesting recipes today?” He asked casually.
“Oh, so just because I’m sitting on my butt all day and doing nothing I might as well learn how to cook? Is that what you’re saying?” She snapped at him.
“What? No, I’m just saying-”
“For the record I only watch this for entertainment,” she said, “and to make me forget how useless I am.”
“You’re not useless,” he replied gently.
She turned to him then, ready with another come back, but when she saw the genuine loving look on his face, she held her tongue. It wasn’t his fault she decided to drive her SUV into the criminal’s who was speeding away and end up with three fractures in her leg and a dislocated shoulder.
“I also watch for the really hot men,” she added teasingly, “really hot men with sexy accents who can cook.”
“Oh is that so?” he said, “what about the one you have right here at home?”
“What do I have right here at home?” she replied.
“I can cook,” he said, “pretty damn well.”
“Are you comparing yourself to that?” she said, pointing to the TV just as one of the really good looking contestants showed up on screen.
“So you’re saying you’re really hot and you can cook? What about the sexy accent?” she teased.
“Well I can definitely put on an accent if that’s what you want,” he said in an almost flawless Australian accent, taking her by surprise as she stared at him in shock before letting out a laugh. “Or would you prefer something more like this,” he then added in an English accent.
“Nope, definitely prefer the first one,” she chuckled.
“This show has corrupted you,” he mumbled.
“Hey,” she said, “don’t blame my show. Just because there’s now a little competition to who owns my heart you don’t need to get so aggressive.”
“Oh is that how far it’s come? I need to go up against a tv show?” he said.
“What can I say? For the past twelve days it’s been my one constant companion, never leaving my side,” Jane said, “if you want to keep your place at the top then you need to work for it, Weller.”
“Work for it?” He asked, raising an eye brow at her.
“Yes,” she replied seriously.
“And what pray tell will that entail?”
“I think I’m gonna hold my own version of Master Chef,” she said, “you’ll have a new challenge every day.”
“I already cook every day,” he said.
“No, no,” she replied, “this will be a challenge, not just any other cook.”
“And what will make it a challenge,” he chuckled.
“Well for instance, one challenge would be me giving you a list of ingredients, and you have to cook something using only those ingredients,” she explained, “and I’ll be the judge.”
“And who am I playing against?”
“No one technically, but in a way, the show,” she said, “you’re doing this to win my heart.”
“Plus, from now on, you’re only allowed to cook shirtless,” she added.
“What? Why?” he said, “I’ve never seen your sexy Australians cook shirtless.”
“Trust me,” she said, “if I was the producer of that show, I’d make sure not a single one of them has a shirt on. Ever.”
“Wow. I never pegged you for one to objectify the opposite sex,” he said.
She shrugged, “what’re you gonna do, Weller, you got yourself a rather shallow sexist fiancé.”
“So? What do you say?” she said, “are you ready to take on the challenge? Or are you to chicken to go up against my army of sexy Australian chefs?”
“How about if I just do this?” He said as he cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her jaw, and leaning in for a slow tantalizing kiss, pulling back when it was only absolutely necessary. He opened his eyes and for a moment just watched as she kept hers closed, trying to catch her breath.
“That’s called cheating,” she whispered, completely numb from that kiss.
“No it’s not,” he argued.
“You can’t kiss the judge to try to edge out the competition,” she sighed as she opened her eyes.
“Yes,” he said, leaning in to kiss her again, a shorter kiss this time but just as breathtaking, “ I can,” he said as he pulled back slightly. Then he moved back closer, kissing her again, before he finished with, “and I will.”
“That’s not fair,” she whispered.
“Does that mean I win?” he asked.
“Depends,” she replied.
“Will you still cook for me?”
He chuckled and kissed her again, quickly and briefly, before he answered, “yes.”
“Shirtless?” she added, this time she was the one kissing him before he could answer.
“Yes, ma'am,” he said against her lips, both giggling as he claimed her lips again.
I sighed heavily as I gripped at the manila folder in hand, the anger boiling deep inside me while Graham, yet again as per usual, made an asshole comment toward Zach, our overweight group member.
“You’re so fat, man,” he muttered, making a face in disgust. “So fat…”
I pressed my lips together as I tried to hold back my own snarky comment, but bit my tongue instead. With that he finally dismissed our team for the day.
As I collected the rest of my things and began heading out, I could feel myself deeply regretting the decision to ever come in for an internship at Google for the summer before my graduating year from Stanford. Well, more like I regretted ever agreeing to team up with Graham.
I rolled my eyes as he eyed me up and down the minute I began making my way toward the exit. From the get go, I knew he hadn’t bothered to pick me for his team based on my merit, but merely because of my looks. He made that extremely clear.
“Will I be seeing you later then, beautiful?” he smirked.
“Nope,” I stated simply, slamming the folder right into his chest and making my way out. He huffed out in slight annoyance, but desire.
“Always playing hard to get,” he said through his accent, not bothering to hide his smirk. “I love it.”
Ignoring the comment, I immediately reached down for my purse in attempt to pull out my phone and distract myself a little further while I continued to walk. I huffed out in annoyance as I continued to dig, but couldn’t find it. An audible gasp and small shriek escaped my lips as I ran into someone.
“Whoa, whoa,” an unfamiliar voice cried out, reaching out for my arms and quickly grounding me. “I’m so sorry about that!”
I quickly turned over to look directly into a wrinkled smile and kind blue eyes. Instantly, I was able to recognize one of the older interns Graham was so set on destroying.
“You’re fine,” I breathed out before finally gripping the familiar lump and pulling out my phone from my purse. “Thank you.” With that I lowered my gaze onto the screen and attempted to maneuver my way past the old man.
“Whoa, whoa, hang on there,” he began, his hands pulling me back by the arms. “You’re (Y/N), right? Part of Graham’s team?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, looking up to him, my brows furrowing slightly.
“I’m Nick,” he smiled, dropping his hold on me and extending a hand for me to take.
“Pleasure,” I responded rather curtly as I looked back down to my phone screen.
“Look at you,” he seemed to chuckle. “You remind me of a certain team member of my own. Nose always stuck to that small four-inch screen. Uh, maybe you’ve met him.” He made a gesture and I barely glanced in time to watch him point over to someone in the distance. My eyes followed. “Stuart. Stuart Twombly.”
The minute my gaze landed on the boy, I felt my throat constrict and my cheeks burn up. Of course I knew who Stuart Twombly was. We both had gone to the same high school, graduated the same year, hung around the same crowd of people. He was the same boy I had been crushing on since my freshman year. However, he never knew I even existed.
It was a huge surprise when I came to find out that he had joined the Google internship program as well. That first day, when we were split up into groups, I had hoped to join him, but Graham beat me before I could even approach the boy.
During the first challenge, I would steal glances toward him every now and then. Watch as him and his team mates would frantically write against the clear board trying to figure out the bug in the code. However, the minute he’d take notice that someone was watching, I’d instantly look away. It wasn’t until the second challenge that I tried to interact with him, but as usual, he was glued to his phone. During the second half of Quidditch, I purposely dropped the quaffle in order for Stuart to get a hold of it and score for his own team, earning them the big win. For a brief moment we exchanged smiles that day, but it never went past that.
“I take that as in you do know him?” Nick gave a laugh, snapping me back into reality.
“I—I might have been acquainted with him,” I stammered, lowering my gaze yet again as my face only grew hotter.
“Whoa, wait a minute,” his expression seemed to twist into that of sneaking suspicion. “Do I detect a little something for our little Stewie?”
“N—No. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I cleared my throat and held my head high, straightening my composure as if to seem uninterested. “You guys are the enemy, according to Graham. The competition. And besides, Google policy is: say no to love. Even if I was interested—which I’m not—it’s not going to happen.”
“Now, now,” he shook his head and chuckled. “I can see straight through the act. There’s no need to pretend you’re even on that asshole’s side. I’m sure you’re a pretty smart girl. Maybe a current student attending UCLA or something—”
“Stanford,” I corrected.
“Even better,” Nick shrugged. “You know that following Graham will only take you so far. And policy or not… You gotta live a little sometimes. I mean take me for instance; I was told I’m not allowed to go after a certain sexy Australian in management, but yet I took a chance and asked her out to dinner some time.” He paused as he looked down to me, pointing a finger. “Now I saw that glint in your eye. It was just enough to tell me everything I need to know.”
“Which is?” I gulped slightly.
“You care about Stu. You’re interested,” he smirked slightly. “And a little birdy once told me… He seems to be pretty interested in you too. Do with that what you will.” He seemed to shrug before walking off. “It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”
I squinted my gaze as I watched him walk off toward his group, clapping his hand with Stuart in greeting before getting back to their own work. The boy’s eyes flickered over to me briefly, a small awkward smile creeping upon his lips before tentatively waving toward me with two fingers. Could the bump in have been on purpose?
Later that day, I sighed heavily as I slammed the empty tray over the bar counter, my calves burning and my feet throbbing with regret. Much like every other night I took up a shift at the bar, my body begged me to stop wearing heels. However, that seemed to be nearly impossible with the kind of job I had.
Even though Google provided me with a lot of things, I still had bills to pay, and the internship was just that… An internship. Meaning, I had no money whatsoever. With that being said, I took up a part time job as a waitress slash bartender at a local strip club.
Sure, I could have easily taken up a waitressing job at any other restaurant or bar, but Brass Rail was known for its huge tips. In one shift, I could easily pay for my car and phone bill. And the best part about it all, I didn’t have to take my clothes off for the money either. However, policy did state that my appearance had to be presentable. And by presentable, I mean I had to wear promiscuous outfits, especially if I wanted to make great tips for the night.
“Why don’t you take the rest of the night off?” Patty, the bartender for the night, asked as she wiped the bar counter clean. The woman was a few years older, but she had become a really close friend of mine and she most definitely looked out for me. “You’ve been working hard for the past couple of days. And besides, shouldn’t you be back at home working with your team to create that new app or whatever?”
“No, Graham got it all covered,” I said with a roll of my eyes.
“Either way, I think we’ve got it covered. The night’s still young, maybe you should go out and have some fun!” Patty encouraged as her lips curved into a playful smile. “Maybe find yourself a cute boy or something. You’re always too busy with your internship and here that you never have any time for yourself. Find yourself a cutie.” It took me a minute to realize she was nodding toward the entrance. “Kinda like that one.”
My eyes flew over to the door, quickly landing on the familiar boy that stood at the front of his group, nose buried deep into his phone. Instantly, I felt my eyes go wide as I caught sight of his friend and team mate, Nick. He quickly grinned as he noticed me and began reaching out for Stuart, who didn’t bother to acknowledge him.
“Oh no,” I gasped, quickly spinning around and gripping at the counter behind me.
“What?” Patty asked. “What’s the matter, sugar?”
“I—I know him,” I stammered.
The music continued to blare throughout the club, the bass bouncing, while Patty took a moment to herself and gasping.
“Ahhh! I see where this is going!” she shouted over the sound. “You like the boy, don’t cha?”
“Kinda,” I admitted guiltily as I turned back to her feeling myself wanting to panic. “But he’s never noticed me.”
“Then make him notice you,” Patty smirked. I gasped as she suddenly reached over the counter and toward my already see-through romper, ripping at the buttons in order to reveal more of my black laced bralette and stopping just an inch before my belly button. She ran her hands through my hair, adjusting it before turning me back to face the group. “Now grow some ovaries and go to him!”
I stared at the boy with wide eyes for a moment before sucking in a deep breath and starting my way over to them. You could do this. You got this, (Y/N). “By the way! You’re officially off the clock! So whatever you do from here on out won’t be held against you!” Patty shouted after me.
“Show you to your table?” One of the topless girls asked as she approached the group. Her eyes landed on Stuart, about to make a move before I stopped her in her tracks.
“I’ll take care of this one,” I assured her with a small smile. He hadn’t bothered to tear his gaze away from his phone.
“Great big world out there, my friend,” Nick said, his fingers making their way under the boy’s chin. “Just three inches up, I beg you.”
His eyes slowly lifted, growing slightly as he finally noticed who stood before him. I bit my lower lip as I felt a surge of confidence grow from within me.
“Hey,” I greeted simply.
“Hey,” he said breathlessly.
“(Y/N),” he nodded, seeming dazed. “I know.”
Nick’s lips curved into a huge grin as he pushed him toward me.
“Experience the world, Stewie,” he encouraged. “There’s a whole lot more outside that phone screen.” I looked over to Nick, nodding in appreciating before turning back to the dazed boy that stood before me.
“What—what are you doing here?” Stuart asked.
“I work here,” I responded, taking his hand and leading them to their table.
“I’m not a stripper,” I laughed as I turned over my shoulder to look at him. “I’m a waitress slash bartender. I needed something to pay the bills while I’m doing this internship at Google.”
“In that case, you can hook us up right?” Nick asked as he rushed his way forward. I grinned and nodded.
“Shots on me, guys,” I said, coming to a stop and turning over to Stuart. “But only if this one dances with me after.”
He pushed on his glasses and opened his mouth as he turned to his friends, unsure of what to say before Nick and the others nodded in encouragement.
“O—Okay,” Stuart agreed.
Everybody cheered as I made my way over to the table, carrying the large tray containing the fourteen shots of tequila.
“Before we do this, (Y/N), meet Billy, Lyle, Neha, Yo-Yo, and of course you know Stuart,” Nick quickly tried to introduce as he clapped his two hands together. “Now we can all indulge into some good ol’ shots knowing each other’s names! Let’s go!”
“It’s about time this group had a night,” the other man, known as Billy said.
“Let the good times roll!” Nick shouted.
“Bingo!” Billy agreed.
“There’s two for everyone,” I grinned as I placed the tray down and my way over in order to sit next to Stuart.
“Alright, here we go!” Nick cheered, picking up a shot and handing it over to the boy known as Yo-Yo. “Bottoms up, bud!”
“Oh, I—I can’t,” he stammered.
“What? You’re twenty-one right?” Nick asked.
“Yeah, but my mom says alcohol numbs the brain,” Yo-Yo shook his head.
“Look, I’m not saying a shot of tequila’s the first step on the journey to self-respect, but goddamn, maybe it’s a step in the right direction. Maybe?” Nick finished off, handing him the shot as we all took one in our hands. “Your call.”
The boy hesitated for a moment.
“One shot!” Yo-Yo finally said, holding up a finger rather sternly.
“You’re gonna want that other one, dude,” I grinned as I edged myself closer to the table, holding out my shot.
“Anyways, CHEERS!” Billy shouted as we all brought our shot glasses and clanged them together before taking the swig of alcohol.
“To the night you’ll never remember!” Nick cheered.
We all turned to Yo-Yo as he was the last to take his shot. He hesitated for a moment before forcing the liquid down and shutting his eyes tightly. We all waited for a moment as he shot up out of his seat and began screaming.
“YEAH!” He shouted.
“All right!” Everyone cheered.
“One more!” Yo-Yo cried out, reaching out for his other shot glass.
I gripped at Stuart’s hand and intertwined our fingers the minute we finished our last shot and began leading him to a clear opening. Whether it was the new found confidence that began blossoming after Patty or maybe it was the tequila taking over, I felt myself growing comfortable enough to dance.
“Holy shit,” Stuart breathed out as I turned my back to him and wrapped his hands around my waist, moving my hips along with the rhythm. I gave a satisfied smirk as I pressed myself against him, allowing him to move along with me.
We had gotten halfway through the song, grinding against one another before he stopped. Stuart quickly turned me around, keeping his hands over my waist while I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the closeness.
“Can we talk?” He finally asked, gulping slightly.
My smile faded as I looked up to him, letting my hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest.
“Yeah sure,” I nodded. He took up my hand and lead me back to the table, where the rest of the interns had cleared up in order to have their own fun. We both sat down, Stuart instantly dropping his hold on my hand before wiping it against his jeans and looking down.
“Uh. I—I have to confess something,” he stammered.
“What is it?” I asked, my brows furrowing slightly, attempting to scoot closer to him.
He hesitated for a moment, noticing the closing space between us.
“Is it horrible timing to say I’ve liked you since freshman year of high school?” He asked. My smile faded slightly as my eyes widened. “Maybe it’s the tequila talking…”
“N—No. I—I mean, you have?”
He simply nodded.
“I just never thought I’d even get the chance to do this with you,” he admitted, finally finding the courage within himself to turn to me and motioning between the two of us. “I always figured you didn’t know I even existed. I mean, I know I’m not the greatest person ever. I don’t like people and I hide behind snarky comments, so I come off as an asshole, but…” His eyes softened. “I like you. You’ve been the only person I’ve ever really liked.”
I kept my silence as my expression lifted in awe.
“When I saw that you took this internship at Google, you were the only person I wanted to team up with. Especially knowing your background. I mean, you were Valedictorian in high school, so obviously you’re really smart—like, really smart. So, when I saw you walk in through those doors, I thought… maybe this is my second chance, my time to grow some balls and actually talk to you and work with you, but then I saw Graham beat me to it, so I gave up,” he lowered his gaze again as he shrugged. “I grew bitter. Became more of an asshole… I just didn’t want to team up with anybody else.” I pressed my lips together as I felt myself smile.
“I like you too, Stuart,” I finally said, taking up his hand. He looked up to me, surprise lining his features. “If I’m being honest, I’ve liked you since freshman year too. I just didn’t have the courage to talk to you and get to know you better back then.”
His lips curved into a small smirk as looked to me from the corner of his eye, a new sort of confidence about him showing.
“Well, in that case… wanna start over?”
I chuckled and felt my smile turn into a grin.
“I’d like that,” I nodded.
“Drinks?!” I heard a familiar voice shout over the booming music. Quickly turning over, I finally noticed Patty standing around with a tray full of shots, a smirk plastered over her face.
“YEAH!” Yo-Yo cheered as the others came swarming in for their drinks.
After a few more shots and other various drinks, both Stuart and I began to loosen up. Talking and laughing the night away. Just a few feet ahead of us Neha began bouncing up and down, before running up and taking me by the hands and leading me to the dancefloor. I quickly turned back and grabbed a hold of Stuart’s hand, bringing him along.
The beat began to pick up and I moved my body to the rhythm while Neha tried to grind against me. I laughed as Stuart stood back, dancing about rather awkwardly. An idea suddenly sparked as Neha was dragged away by one of the various strippers in order to receive a lap dance. The tequila was definitely taking over this time.
I led Stuart back to the table before tossing him back into the comfortable chairs. His glasses fumbled a bit before he pushed them back with a laugh. I smirked before quickly climbing over him, straddling him and giving into the music. My first official lap dance over the guy I had been crushing on for six years.
My hands ran through his dark hair, his glasses messing up along the process as I drew closer to his face. His own hands made their way down to my hips, moving me along his lap. I smirked as I lowered myself just inches away from his lips.
“Look at what we got cooking here!” Billy laughed as we both continued to move along. “Ready?” I snorted and moved in order to rest my head over Stuart’s shoulder as the giggling took over the minute a flash of light spotted over us and Billy finished taking our picture.
“Exchangeagram moment, bitches!” he cried out, while the two guys high fived.
I threw my head back and laughed as I continued to grind against the boy once Billy left us to our private moment. The tequila was definitely talking for me as I lowered myself once again, my body not bothering to stop. My hands gripped at Stuart’s face as he watched in amazement, slowly lowering them down to his shoulders. I bit the corner of my lip for a moment as I drew closer to him. He stopped, having caught on as one of his hands made their way over to the crook of my neck. Our breaths slowed down as they came out in low shallow huffs. Without further hesitation, we both collided, our lips finally connecting. Whether it was the alcohol or something more, my head swirled and for a moment I could have sworn that sparks flew from all around. The whole place seemed to grow quiet for a moment. It was just the two of us and from deep inside, I felt a surge of emotions begin to pour out into the long awaited kiss. The moment I had been anticipating was finally happening and it completely surpassed any fantasy I had ever had. He was an amazing kisser and the chemistry was beyond what I had ever imagined. The make out session ensued the minute we began to move our lips against one another.
“(Y/N)?!” A familiar voice called out from behind. I quickly pulled away with a gasp, my whole body tensing up. “What the hell are you doing with these losers?!”
“Graham,” I muttered, turning my attention to the boy.
“I’ve been calling you fifty thousand times,” he held out his phone, his brows merging. “Zach said you’d be at work, but I see you’ve been doing far more than just work.”
I quickly climbed off of Stuart and looked down in shame. Even though I hated the guy, I didn’t want to be kicked off the team. It was still a great opportunity to work at Google, even if that meant I had to deal with Graham the entire time. If I was kicked out, there went my chances.
“You’re coming back with me,” he demanded, snatching up my wrist and pulling me with him. “We have work to do!” I tried to yank myself away, but it was useless. Turning back, I noticed the anger flicker over Stuart’s face as I stared back apologetically, stumbling behind Graham. It was bound to happen, being a part of his team, I wasn’t allowed to interact with the competition. Especially Stuart.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Nick held out his hands in the air as he stepped between the exit and Graham. “What seems to be the problem here?”
“It’s not any of your business, old geezers,” he spat out, attempting to maneuver past the two.
“Come on take it easy,” Nick grinned as a few other guys began approaching the scene. Graham’s posse no doubt. “Is this the Jets and the Sharks all of a sudden? Montague and Capulets?” Stuart pushed his way through, finally facing Graham and his grip suddenly tightened around my wrist. He smirked as he pulled my body closer to him, wrapping an arm around my waist. I cringed and tried to push away from him as he lowered his face to mine.
“(Y/N) is part of my team. She’s my girl, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He drawled out as he tried to kiss my cheek. My brows furrowed and I pushed him back, the anger I felt obvious by now.
“I’m not your girl!” I spat back. This seemed to please him as he gave a laugh.
“She sure loves to play hard to get,” Graham smirked, turning to the others. “Now, if you’ll excuse us. We need to get back on track to beating you guys.” He turned to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Come on beautiful.”
I made a face and tried to push away his arm.
“Get off of me—”
“Don’t touch her,” Stuart grumbled, stepping before the two grown men that tried to hold him back, his hands shaking as he balled them into fists. Yo-Yo, Neha, and Lyle soon appeared just behind.
“Oh yeah?” Graham huffed, seeming amused. “What are you going to do about it?”
I gasped as the strobe lights suddenly turned on and the fighting began. Stuart was the first to throw a punch and lock against Graham’s jaw. Indistinct shouts began to echo throughout the place as the others joined in.
“Stop!” I cried out, trying to pull Stuart away from Graham.
“AHHHHH!!!!” Yo-Yo ferociously yelled as he climbed over a table and jumped on someone’s back. I shrieked and stepped back as Graham fell over on his back, Stuart punching furiously.
“STOP!” I shouted again.
“Stay away from MY girl!” Stuart cried out, his hands gripping at Graham’s collar before raising him for a second and slamming him right back down. My eyes widened slightly as I stared in both shock and awe. He had called me his girl.
“My mother hits harder than you!” Yo-Yo shouted, instantly snapping me back into reality.
“YEAH! Down goes Frazier! Whoo!” Neha cheered as she kicked someone’s groin. “What’s up—oh, shit!”
My eyes widened as the security guards all began rushing in, picking up the girl and attempting to escort her out.
“See you again! I’ll kill you!” she shouted as she struggled against them. “Hide your kids! Hide your wife!”
One of the bigger ones finally managed to yank Stuart away from Graham.
“That’s how you party!” Stuart shouted in pride before being escorted out. I pressed my lips together as I fought back my laugh before attempting to follow after.
“(Y/N)! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” The boy cried out, his body still laid out as he tried to raise himself on his elbows. “Get back here!”
I stopped and turned to him, my expression hardening. Maybe I would regret my decision later, but I had had enough of Graham for one night.
“No,” I responded. “Find yourself another team member. I quit!”
“You can’t quit! You’re mine!”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m Stuart’s now.”
Just a few steps ahead, the boy stopped and looked to me in awe as I turned to him with a smile. Stuart suddenly grunted as the security guard kneed him and pushed on to get them out. My eyes widened and I quickly rushed over to help.
“We’re too hot to party!” Yo-Yo shouted as a security guard yanked on his collar. “That’s why they got to kick us out! Cause they’re gonna call the fire department! Why don’t you bring it outside the party?!”
“WHOOO!” Lyle cheered on.
“No more fun, c’mon,” Nick sighed as he grabbed a hold of the two boys and led them out.
Stuart and I sat back on one of the picnic tables by the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the few spots made to take in the beauty of it all. The boy groaned slightly as I lightly tried to clean up his wounds. I made a face and chuckled as he lightly pushed my hand away, not being able to stand the pain.
“You really took a beating back there,” I muttered.
“Well, I couldn’t stand around and let that asshole disrespect you like that,” he grumbled, his eyes glued onto the bridge.
“Would you look at that view?” Nick sighed out as he made his way closer to us, clapping a hand on Stuart’s back and causing him to wince in pain. “Buddy, you were an animal out there tonight!”
“Right,” Stuart scoffed, resting his elbows over his knees and looking down.
“No, you were!” Nick shook his head. “I’m sure (Y/N) agrees with me!”
I simply nodded.
“Thanks for standing up for me,” I smiled, keeping my gaze on him. Reaching out for his hand, he turned to me for a moment as we intertwined our fingers and I scoot my way closer to him, resting my head over his shoulder.
“Awe, would you look at that? Looks like you two really hit it off,” Nick grinned. “Glad my plan worked!”
“You set this whole thing up?” Stuart asked, his eyes squinted as he turned to the man in disbelief. He gave a shrug as he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets.
“I had a hunch you two had a little somethin’ somethin’ so I thought why not?” Nick chuckled. “It sure got you to loosen up, Stewie. Plus, I figured it’d give me some brownie points so you’d warm up to me.” Stuart fought back a smile before turning to me as I nuzzled myself closer to him.
“Thanks man,” he said, turning back to Nick.
“What up with it, hot thing,” Lyle continued to sing along, making his way over to us as he texted away. “Hot thing, hot thing…”
“Lyle!” Nick called out. “Looks like you also hit it off tonight. Saffron, right?”
“Yeah, I’m texting her that I love her and I’m sending her this picture I just took of little Lyle when he made pee in the bushes,” he slurred. “Look, he’s winking!”
“No, Lyle. Lyle, Lyle, that’s a horrible idea,” Nick shook his head. “Please don’t do that. You’re drunk off your ass.”
“I appreciate your concern, but I’m flying, baby,” Lyle responded with a high pitched chuckle.
“Okay, Lyle, you’re not flying,” Billy joined in, shaking his head. “What’s seventeen squared?”
“Two eighty-nine. Why?” Lyle asked.
“Give me a harder question that that,” Billy sighed as he turned to us. “You know where I’m driving with this.”
“Try, uh, maybe square root of seventeen,” Stuart suggested.
“Like, four point twenty-three? Maybe?” Lyle answered uncertainly, his expression becoming puzzled for a moment.
“That’s the app,” Nick gasped. “That’s the app we should do right there!”
“What?” Billy asked. My brows furrowed slightly as I sat up straighter, not bothering to drop my hold on Stuart.
“Some quiz questions you gotta answer before you can send a drunk text or a drunk email or phone call. Something to protect you from yourself,” Nick continued.
“Wait, you guys still haven’t come up with an app yet?” I asked.
“No,” Stuart shook his head.
“Well, that’s actually a pretty good idea,” I nodded.
“Can we do that?” Billy asked.
“Hells yeah, we could do that,” Neha scoffed out with a nod.
“Are you shitting me? I could program the shit out of that bitch on the bus ride home,” Yo-Yo slurred as he kept his laid down position.
“I could help with the customization and settings,” I suggested, my eyes landing on the drunk boy. “Considering the condition of the main operator.”
“Wait… You’re going to help us?” Billy asked, his expression twisting into that of confusion. “I thought you were with Graham.”
I grimaced as I looked down and tried to force a smile.
“Actually, I don’t belong to any team now, so there goes my internship,” I shrugged. “Which means you guys aren’t the competition anymore, so I could definitely help.”
Nick and Billy turned to one another while the others looked amongst each other. Their expressions lit up as they finally looked to me.
“(Y/N), how would you like to be one of our fellow Nooglers?” Nick offered. My eyes widened and I felt myself grin.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, can’t leave Stewie’s girlfriend behind now, can we?” Nick chuckled.
“I’m in!” I huffed out in excitement.
“C’mon then!” Billy began standing up.
“Let’s roll!” Nick announced. “Let’s get back to HQ!”
“Hey, wait, wait,” Stuart stopped everyone. “Let’s—let’s stay, like, five minutes, you know?” His eyes flickered over to me. “Just enjoy the view a little more.”
“Yeah, all right,” Nick agreed.
“Okay!” Billy sighed out and sat back.
Stuart hesitated for a moment as he looked directly into my eyes, his face slowly inching closer to mine. Before I knew it, he took up the crook of my neck and our lips gently met for a moment. From all around, I could hear the rest of the group start to cheer, causing us to laugh through the kiss and ultimately break away. I rested my head over Stuart’s shoulder as he pulled me closer, our eyes landing back to the rising sun over the ocean. What a way to end the night.
(A/N Crystal): Okay I know this blog is supposed to be Teen Wolf related but omg I had to because Stuart is just ugh. Beautiful. Anyways. I’m so sorry for the quality. I’ve been locked out from my computer so had to post through phone. Sorry for any mistakes! Hope you guys enjoyed!
Summary: Mr Hood is your schools new Sports teacher, you really have been trying to get into the football squad for a few years but you were never good enough, now that Mr hood is here you might finally get a chance. You always thought it was because of your weight but Mr Hood makes you feel beautiful.
Its teacher appreciation week so I’m appreciating all your fantasies of Calum as a teacher! (I’m from the UK so here we say football but its soccer over in the USA)
Being picked for the girl’s football team was actually rarer then you thought. I guess mens football is more appreciated then female football, but it shouldn’t be that way and our school had both male and female teams. Every year for the past 3 years you had tried out for the team, but every time there was always one person just a bit better. But this year you knew you were ready. You had been practising as hard as you could and you knew you were now one of the best.
One of the main reasons though was because of our coach, Mr Hood. He was one of our sports teachers and he happened to coach the football team. Mr Hood was the definition of handsome, he was tall, dark and had a sexy Australian accent. It also helped that he was incredible at football, the way he would glide the ball down the field and his legs muscles would tense. he was also the only person who’s ever taken any notice of me and my skills, he was good like that and I may have a massive crush on him. At this very moment though I was watching the boys football team play against each other, I was taking notes.
“Having fun?” a raspy voice said behind me, I turned my head around and Mr Hood was stood there looking like a god with sweat dripping down his forehead. He was wearing sports short and a white top with red stripes down the side.
“Just taking notes” I mumbled
“Why?” he asked, taking a seat down next to me on the bleachers.
“So that I know the best moves when tackling, then maybe this year I’ll make the team” I muttered, He sighed and rubbed the towel over his head collecting the sweat.
“I’m sure you’ll make it”
“I haven’t for 3 years, I would have given up if it wasn’t for you though. You’re amazing at football and inspired me to tryout one more time. If I don’t get in this year I know its not the way my life will be heading and pick something boring like being a lawyer” I laughed
“I inspire you?” he questioned
“Yeah, you’re pretty cool Mr Hood. I mean I hated our old sports teacher he was mean and just because I’m not as skinny as the other girls he would leave me till last and then just say no. He was a dick”
“Sounds like one, you may not be as skinny but I think all body shapes are beautiful and can do anything if you put your heart into it” I blushed slightly and closed my note pad. The team were packing up and heading into the locker room, I stood up smiling at Mr Hood as he grabbed his football.
“Join me” he said standing up and walking down the stairs onto the field. I skipped down the stairs and placing my notepad on the front bench running over to where Mr Hood was standing.
“Right lets practise tackling” He said winking at me and dropping the ball to the floor running towards me. I laughed chasing after him. I tackled him twice and the third time I went to tackle him he picked me up instead and swung me around.
“Put me down, oh my god” I shrieked. He did as I said and grabbed the ball passing it over to me.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked rolling the ball in-between my hands.
“I think you’re one of the best players and I want you on the team, I was kind off surprised that you weren’t if I’m being honest, so I have authorisation on who’s on the team, the girls can pick but I have to give them the final notice, I’ve already put you on it”
“You mean I’m on the team?” I squealed
“Yeah, you deserve it, I’m also assigning you captain if you can handle it” He smiled
“Thank you so much” I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him, I didn’t care that this was inappropriate I had been wanting to get onto this team for so long and Mr Hood had picked me and as captain. I nuzzled my head into his neck and hugged him close, his arms wrapped around me as he pecked the top of my head. I lifted my head up resting my chin on his chest and smiling at him.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough Mr Hood” I said fluttering my eyelashes at him and giving him a massive grin.
“Call me Calum” he whispered edging his face close to mine. My breath hitched as he crashed his lips on mine. I was stood shocked for a second before I kissed him back, moving my arms to around his neck. I ran my fingers through his hair as he slid his tongue into my mouth. I felt his arms come round to my ass bringing my body closer to his. I moaned into his mouth as he disconnected our lips.
“Shit” he whined, running his fingers through his hair. He looked around the field making sure nobody was here and interlaced our fingers.
“Not here” he breathed, he pulled me towards the locker rooms and Calum took a quick look in. He turned round and smirked, pulling me into it, he shut the door and locked it with his key. He leant down placing small kisses over my jawline and kissed over my neck. He found my sweet spot and licked over it, his plump lips sucked down onto it. I bucked my hips into his as he grabbed my hips pushing me into the door. He ducked his head further and sucked harder, I rested my head on his as it felt so good and I couldn’t control it. I ran my fingers though his hair and lifted my leg around his waist.
“Calum” I whimpered, he grinded his crotch into mine and kissed back up my neck. I felt my wetness begin to grow in my panties as I ran my fingers over his broad chest. His hands were soothing over my curves and he stroked down my thigh that was hitch over his waist. I stroked my fingers over his his jaw and moved my thumb over his lips.
“You’re so beautfiul” he moaned leaning forward and reconnecting our lips, I had only kissed him once prior but I knew I was going to be addicted to his kiss. His hands came under my shirt pulling it up, I let out a short breath and looked down, separating our lips and hiding my stomach from him.
“No, don’t cover up Y/N” he said looking deeply into his big brown eyes. I moved my hands pushing them up against the wall as he lifted my top all the way off. He stroked over my stomach and smiled at me, pulling the straps of my bra down my arms sensually. He slowly kissed over my shoulders and unclipped my bra throwing it to the side. He kissed over my chest and down to my right boob kissing over my nipple, he sucked onto it and I arched my back. His hands came round to my back as he sucked harder onto my nipple and kissed across to my left nipple leaving little wet splotches. He latched his lips onto my left nipple sucking onto it and giving it a small tugg. His face came back up and pecked my lips. He stood back taking off his shirt and placing both his hands either side of my head.
“You are breathtaking, you know that right?” he smiled, I reached up covering my boobs and I closed my eyes.
“Look at me Y/N” he said leaning his forehead on mine. “I’m going to make you feel beautiful, do you want that?” I nodded smiling at him
“I need words baby girl”
“Yes, I want you”
“Jump” He said holding onto my hips and pulling my close, I shook my head no and he raised an eyebrow
“Too heavy” I whispered stroking up his golden skin, which was covered in beautiful black tattoo’s.
“Bullshit” He groaned picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I squealed and held onto him as he walked us over to the bench laying me down on it as he hovered over me. He kissed my lips and down my body to my trousers. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down kissing over my thighs and tugged them off the ends of my feet. He stroked up my thighs and his index finger ran over my covered slit. I reached down tugging on Calum’s sports short as he pulled them down.
“Please touch me” I whimpered his eyes shot up to mine as he smiled leaning down and removing my panties. He brushed over my pussy and his finger slid between my folds. He thumb came to my clit and rubbed over it causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through my body. He sat down on the floor bringing my body towards him and his lips came in contact with my clit.
“Fuck Sir” I felt him smirk as his tongue flicked over my sensitive bud and he kissed over my entrance, licking around the hole. He brought his finger to my entrance as it sunk in. He stroked his tongue over my clit as his finger started to ploy into me. I looked down at the beautiful maori man and ran my hands through his hair, his brown eyes were spiralling with lust as he sucked onto my clit and wiggled it between his folds. He added another finger into my hole and I felt both fingers rub against my walls. He swirled his tongue around lapping at my juices and his fingers moved at a faster pace fucking into me, he curled his fingers and I pulled on his hair. I felt my thighs start to clench as he was building the pit in my stomach. I sat up clenching my walls around his fingers as he reached up and kissed my lips sliding his fingers abruptly out of me. I let out a whine as he he just breathily laughed.
Calum stuck his fingers in his mouth sucking on them and standing up, pulling down his boxers. His dick slapped against his abdomen and a drop of pre-cum was rolling down his length. I leant forward taking it in my hand and licking over the small dribble. He moved my hair to one side and stroked over my cheek. I sucked on his tip but he shook his head pulling me off.
“I’m going to make you feel good, beautiful” I leant back on the bench as Calum rolled a condom onto his length. He sat on the bench and pulled me onto his lap, he rotated his cock around my entrance slowly edging in. I let out a gasp as I had never had a dick this big and pushed him all the way inside so our hips were connected. Calum’s hand stroked over our my hips and his left went to my as and his right hand rested on my cheek as he kissed me smiling.
“I’ve never met such a sexy curvy woman” he moaned as his hips started to roll into mine. I blushed pecking his lips and bouncing on his dick. I looked down watching where our bodies were connecting and I kissed his sharp jawline, down to his neck. Both his hands were resting on my ass as I grinded into him. I sucked onto his neck and he let out a raspy moan. I licked over the spot watching the cherry red colour turn a deep purple, I sucked back onto it digging my teeth into his tender skin.
He stood up pushing me onto the bench and held onto my hips grinding into me. I leant back as he separated my thighs, watching his dick slide into me. He moved his fingers to my clit and simutainously rubbed it whilst thrusting into me. My high was approaching and I felt my pussy clench around him. I came around him squeezing my eyes shut and covering my face, which were soon torn away from my face as Calum came inside the condom. He slid out of me and I scooted up watching him take off the condom and tie it up, putting it in the metal locker bin. He sat at the end of the bench and pulled me close to him so my legs were dangling over his, our crotches were touching and he pecked my nose. “Y/N your curves are so beautiful never let anyone bring you down, don’t cover yourself from anyone be proud to have these beautiful curves.”
“Thank you for everything Calum” I whispered stroking over his face. He just smiled contently, kissing me passionately and stroking over my thick thighs which now didn’t seem like such a bad thing.