hot men with accents

The Real Master Chef

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.

He shrugged.

“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.


**originally posted November 20th, 2015 as part of the Long Way Down Tour**

On rainy days, Ryke & Daisy enjoy snuggling on their bed and marathoning television shows. Sometimes they’ll flip through channels and pick a show—other times they’ll watch them on Netflix. Whatever the case, these are their Top Ten Favorites to binge-watch together!


Ryke loves action-packed, adventure shows, and Xena fits everything that captures his attention for long periods of time. Daisy loves strong female heroines with super best girl friends like Gabrielle is to Xena. Badass women fighting evil—Daisy is game.

Originally posted by leekimhoung


Daisy spaces out a lot at all the in-depth history parts, but when the Viking women and men come on screen—with their lovely braids and brute strength and spirituality—Daisy is zoned in. Ryke listens to the plot a little more than Daisy, but he loves her commentary about braids and fur.

Originally posted by lagerthalothrok


They spend almost the entire time talking about which one of them would compete which challenge and if they’d be good at the detours and road blocks.

Originally posted by brookecamhi


Daisy spaces out a lot during Chicago Fire—unless they’re fighting the fires or saving people from wrecked cars and drainage ditches. Ryke actually likes the relationship dynamics, and he’ll catch up Daisy on sub-plots.

Originally posted by loveyoukeepmewarm


Daisy loves the scenery and the accents and the hot Scottish men. Ryke watches Daisy get into the show more than the actual show. Lots of Raisy flirting happens during Outlander marathons. 

Originally posted by lovemetwotimesbabyy



Originally posted by omgkcjade


One of their favorite shows they’ve ever watched together. Daisy had no idea what was going on half the time, but she loved every second. Ryke even rewound scenes, just to piece things together. He was that invested.

Originally posted by maskmajora


Ryke’s second favorite show. He will watch reruns when it airs. Daisy loves how much he loves these old mountain men.


Ryke’s #1 favorite show. Daisy loves it because it’s also an adventure competition, so they both like to guess who’ll win each race.


Daisy’s favorite show! Ryke will watch this with her almost every time they turn on the television. They’ve seen episodes multiple times, and sometimes, if it helps Daisy fall asleep, he’ll turn on the television and have Naked and Afraid playing in the background. True love.