wow this turned out a lot worse than it was supposed to be

Bts reaction to their s/o giving them hickeys

Concept: You left lots of hickeys and bite marks all over their shoulders and neck, but they left much more on you and yet dare to complain

Seokjin: Jin would act all dramatic trying to tease you. 

“Jagi, I can’t believe what you did to me! Jungkook noticed the hickeys from yesterday and made fun of it!” You get grumpy.

 “Oh no, one little hickey was seen! Did you already forget how my body looks like? It’s about ten times worse and I had a meeting today!” He starts laughing as you show him your marked body.

 “Someone did a good job yesterday, I’m sorry for complaining”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Namjoon: Namjoon would be really cocky. “Babygirl, I think I need to punish you. Look at my body!” He takes off his shirt. You look at him skeptically.

 “What? What’s this look suppose to mean?” You take off your shirt too, exposing your body which is covered with love marks and bites.

 “Did you forget this?” Namjoon starts smirking while walking up to you.

 “Don’t be so bratty, you’re not a celebrity. It’s not as important to you as for me. I think you indeed need to be punished.” 

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Yoongi: Yoongi would most likely stay calm. “Don’t you think you took it too far yesterday?” He’d say looking at you.

“Excuse me but take a look at your work!” You show him your body and he starts smiling proudly as if he just won an award.

“The marks of my lips suit you. Even though I didn’t plan them to be so big…” He’d kiss you softly.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Hoseok: Hobi would be totally proud of the hickeys you gave him. He’d wear a low cut shirt on purpose so everyone could see your masterpiece. It would be a bit embarrassing for him to admit though so he’d blame you playfully.

“I had no choice, I just couldn’t resist and push you away.” You’d start laughing.

“Are you for real? You were the one who wouldn’t stop sucking.” You’d joke and you two were laughing for almost an hour.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Taehyung: Tae would kinda be like Hobi in this point except that he would remind you every thirty seconds about your ‘unthoughtful act’ 

“My fans, the media, the members. Everyone could find out!” 

“Then why aren’t you wearing a turtleneck or something? I got it worse and I’m not exposing myself like you so stop complaining.” You’d tease him to fresh up his memory.

“Jagi!!! You liked it yesterday, remember!” 

“You liked it too, Tae. Are we done? I’m not gonna argue about it” He’d hug you and give you a kiss on the cheek. 

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin: “Wow you’re such an animal baby!” He’d say looking in the mirror admiring the hickeys. He’d try to put make up all over his neck and shoulders but it turns out a mess. 

“Watch your mouth, tiger. I can’t even wear a skirt cause my legs are full of hickeys too.” 

Jimin would smile and give you a kiss as an apology.

Originally posted by itschiminie

Jungkook: “They’re gonna kill me.” Jungkook would also try to cover the hickey up. 

“Who is gonna kill you?” You’d ask. His face’d turn jungshook real quick.

“Don’t you remember that one time at the airport when fancams took pictures of my hickey and everyone got crazy?” 

“I have dinner with my parents tonight, and considering that I have much more hickeys than you and the strictness of my parents I think I got it worse.” You complained.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry I did this to you!” 

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Just did the reaction again cause my laptop crashed. I hope you like it peeps, tell me your opinion on this one!

Train Rides: Young!James Potter x Reader *Smut*

A/N: Okay, so, this wasn’t suppose to go out until after ‘Wait For Me’ part two, but I’m like, physically and mentally not able to write that right now, and I don’t know why, so I just decided to finish this. Oh and also, I decided to post this tonight instead of tomorrow cause it was basically done, ops. 

If you didn’t read the title, this is a smut, this is also my first attempt at writing smut so, it may not be fantastic. I apologize if it doesn’t go into great detail or anything, like I said, I’m new to writing smut so this was really awkward for me to write, but I had to start somewhere, soz.

As smuts go, please do not read this if you’re uncomfortable with sexual situations, it’s tots fine to skip out on this one, my dude. 

Anyway, Enjoy! ♥

Word Count: 1504

Warnings: Mild Smut, Fluff(ish)

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The Old College Try (Lin/Reader roommate AU)

Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

Part One: In which there are rooming assignment mishaps, salsa dancing, and Lunchables.  

You can find Part Two here!

You can find Part Three here!

Note: Write-a-thon Day 1! This can probably stand alone, but I’m tentatively calling it Part 1 out of 3. College!Lin is hard to walk away from, and I have plans for him.

Rating: T

Words: 2803

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Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)

You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.


“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

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Anonymous said: Can you please writer where the reader meets jeff’s family ( you can pick if they are dating or not but either way jeff 100% never shuts up about the reader to his parents) and atkin’s family embarrassment ensues haha

Author’s Note: So I couldn’t come up with any shenanigans, so I double whammied Jeff&Y/N. Lets just say that both sets of parents ship it. And not afraid to be vocal about it ;) I’m sorry it didn’t come out as you hopefully expected.

Originally posted by qrunge-alexxaa

Jeff X Reader

“Jeff. Jeff!” You laugh. “Stop stuffing your face and drive.”

“But it’s s'good!” He mumbles, shoving another spoonful of chili frito into his mouth.

You pull your phone out, taking a video as his cheeks puff out with all the food he’s stuffed into them while you’re stopped at a stop sign. He had surprised you by driving you an hour into the big city for a major league baseball game and the two of you sat in the middle of crowd, cheering and booing and stuffing yourselves full of ball game food. But Jeff- Jeff couldn’t get enough of their chili frito and even ordered another tray right after the game had ended.

A car honks from behind Jeff’s car, you cackling as Jeff startles in surprise. He laughs directly at your phone’s camera, he then passing over his food to you before driving away. You quickly edit a small piece of the video to add to Instagram for everyone to see just how much your best friend is better than theirs, and then settle in for the drive home while eating half of Jeff’s food.

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- Growth - (a Stony fanfic)

(“Soulmate"AU where you get a tattoo for every person you fall in love with)

Pepper’s tattoo is on her hip. Well, the one that isn’t faded yet. 

There are five dull, grey ones scattered across her body, seemingly random and different in shape and size, but what do they matter? They’re done.  It’s over. The only one she looks at these days are the sunglasses on her hip. They’re big. Obnoxiously big and shiny and she knows who they’re for, of course she knows. Tony has a little stiletto to match, right there on his ankle, bright blue and sparkly and the first time he showed her, she nearly apologized. It’s hideous and the both know, but it means love, so who’s gonna complain? 

Understandably, no one is happy when the sunglasses start losing colour. At first, it isn’t even visible, the fade from black to grey barely noticeable, but then the grey becomes off-white and the glass loses its shine and Tony leaves, a bright blue stiletto still sparkling on his skin.

But Tony is fine, he said. Its fine, he’s fine - he’s always fine.

And Pepper sighs and strokes the steering wheel on the back of her hand that just appeared the day before.

Tony is fine.

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Impressed // Sirius x Reader

Words // 1542

Warnings // None

Request // Can I make a request please? Can you write a Sirius x reader where he really likes the reader and he tries to talk to her but her friend hates him so he joins her favourite subject and he tries to read it before so when the professor asks he’ll answer and impress her? Oh and can you make the subject potion? 

A/N // This might read a little weird but the idea is that it’s written from Sirius’s point of view. Also Y/F/N = your friend’s name

Originally posted by dearremuslupin

“Who’s that?’’ Sirius asked as he curiously kept his eyes focused on a girl. James looked in the same direction and shrugged, he thought he knew but he wasn’t that sure, she might’ve been with Lily once or twice.

“That’s Y/N L/N, why’d you ask?’’ Peter responded, he had been with Y/N a few times before, mostly because they met by accident or he wanted to ask Y/N something about certain subjects which weren’t his strength.

“Just.. Curious.’’ Sirius said before getting up.


“Oh shut up I don’t do that.’’ Y/F/N responded and you laughed, you knew she definitely did that, everyone who knew her knew but she still didn’t admit it which made you laugh every single time, you didn’t know why but honestly it was just so funny to see someone ignore something she so clearly did like she was almost completely oblivious to it

“Of course you don’t.’’ You responded before taking another bite from your breakfast. Everyone continued talking up until one point where everyone just dropped silent, you looked up from your breakfast and saw Y/F/N suddenly standing up, looking very defensive.

“What do you want Black.’’ She spat like it was venom. You noticed it was Sirius Black who stood before you and your friend group. You had never really talked to him as you didn’t think it was necessary nor did you ever really have the opportunity. Still, you knew your best friend absolutely hated him although you weren’t completely sure why, you knew he had a bad reputation for dating a lot of people but you had known worse.

“Calm down Y/F/N, I just want to talk.’’ He said as he put up his hands, she pushed him back in response. This caught everyone by surprise but it also sent a very clear message she didn’t like him and because of this he just decided to leave and go back to his group of friends. You looked in surprise at her, she had gotten angry and definitely punched a few people before but she never seemed to be as passionate as this when it came to hating someone.

“Wow, never seen you this angry.’’ You said with a small chuckle in surprise, she shrugged and decided to go back to eating. After a few second everyone was back to chatting like normal again but you noticed she seemed obviously far more tense than she was before and you put a hand on her shoulder, she looked up at you with curiosity.

“What’ve you got against Black?’’ You asked curiously, she snorted in response.

“He’s a grade A arsehole if you didn’t know, that’s most of it honestly. I just hate him, good enough reason?’’ She asked, you huffed. “Not really but it seems like you don’t want to say a word more.’’ She nodded in response; she hated spending more time talking about him and really didn’t want to.


“Thanks, here’s what you asked for.’’ Sirius passed him both the sweets and the pranking supplies, the guy just smiled before walking away. Against the rationality of his friends he decided to make a deal with someone who could get the schedule of that girl. He knew her name by now, Y/N. Somehow he had convinced himself it was good to get her schedule so he could maybe switch some classes, as long as he was alright at them so it didn’t completely sacrifice his grades.

“Have you really gone through with that?’’ Remus asked as the three other boys approached, Sirius sheepishly grinned and nodded in response. He felt rather shamelessly about it, of course it went a bit too far but he had no choice because Y/F/N was really intent on hating him even though he never really did anything wrong to her, not anything personally.

“Don’t look at me like that, you saw her friend she would’ve killed me in a second.’’ Sirius responded as he immediately noticed how much Potions she had in her schedule and assumed that was her favourite subject, he could ask but it seemed rather obvious as she also had some classes with higher levels so he imagined she enjoyed the class she was best at.

“Still, couldn’t you’ve just asked her personally?’’ Peter continued.

“I could’ve if I knew her classes and now I do.’’ Sirius said, he was getting annoyed because to him it didn’t seem like the best thing to do but it seemed like the only logical thing to do because there was no other option, he couldn’t hopelessly look around every class and hope that she was in a class alone and the chances of that were almost minimal.

“You better get that girl because if she finds out about all the stupid things you’ve doen she’ll never want you.’’ Sirius smirked. “I’ve got enough charm, couldn’t say the same thing for you. At least I’ve been had success. You’re still going after Evans.’’ James gave him a glare but a few seconds later they were laughing again.


Sirius arrived surprisingly early but that was his plan so he was quite relieved, he knew Y/F/N arrived a lot later so he decided to just go earlier instead of hoping that she didn’t have Potions this period which also was a realistic option, either way he arrived early, just around the time Y/N was arriving.

“Hi. Mind if we sit next to each other? I’ve just switched classes.’’ He said smoothly, luckily it was still early into the year so he was allowed to do that. She looked up at him and seemed to think for a while before nodding, she seemed to be slightly suspicious but not necessarily cautious.

“I’m Y/N.’’ She said as she sat down. “Sirius.’’

She chuckled. “Yeah, I know who you are.’’

“Seems everyone does.’’

“Well, you are something infamous.’’ She said with a laugh.

“Do you agree with that?’’ She shrugged.

“I’ll judge you on your potion skills, seems fair enough. Just how your- our potion turns out and how you act this lesson should give me enough reason to judge whether I like you or not.’’ She said confidently, Sirius smirked. He liked a challenge.


“Mr. Black, now we are more private I have to admit you have never been this dillegent about Potions. What changed you? I’ve never seen you this passionate or be as present as you have been.’’ Slughorn said as he approached the two. Sirius was happy about the comment and looked at Y/N who was absorbed in the potion but did seem impressed at how much he knew. He hoped it was worth it because he had to practice and study a lot of Potion books.

“I suppose something just kindled. How’s our Potion looking?’’ He decided to ask as he didn’t want to brag about it, unlike he usually would, he wanted to look the best he could in front of her. Slughorn seems surprised at the humble reply but turned to look at the potion.

“Hmm, the colour seems well enough. I’d suggest maybe stirring more so the colour will look more dull, it’s still quite bright but you have enough steps ahead to fix the colour.’’ He suggested and Sirius nodded before going back to work. Y/N didn’t speak for a while as she passed him the ingredients to cut whilst she stirred a bit more but still slow as the instructions told.

“Never knew you to be the humble kind of person.’’ She said curiously as she continued to stir, he chuckled in response. He was surprised himself he could keep the response as humble as it was, he had many things he could say but decided this seemed to be the best of the ones he could come up with.

“Suppose everyone has that side, it just isn’t as clear with everyone.’’ He commented and she smiled in response. They worked together surprisingly well. Y/N hadn’t expected that much of him, as she sometimes saw him and how he acted in different classes. Still, whenever Slughorn asked a question he knew the answer but if he didn’t when the answer came he asked further about it as if he really was trying his best to know and understand. She understood why her best friend didn’t really like him as he wasn’t that likeable in most classes but she had to admit she enjoyed working with him.


“Thanks for getting us best potion.’’ She said as she started to pack everything, he just shrugged.

“Seems to me you did the most work.’’ She chuckled and grinned, he had a feeling she was onto him as she had been very observant.

“You don’t have to act like this you know, if you suddenly turn into an arsehole when we’re dating I’ll still break up with you. So, isn’t this the moment you’re supposed to ask me out with the best flattery you have to offer?’’ She said with a smirk on her lips, he liked her even more now. She was sharp.

“Would you do me the honour, my lady, of allowing me to take you out on a date?’’ She laughed but nodded.

“Well, c’mon my lord we’ve got our next period.’’

Rose x Ten, post GitF-au/fixit; angst, fluff, romance, more angst, and possibly some smut later, but this part (and all parts on is sfw (minor exception for brief language).

(see the end of this part for notes and special thanks)

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Minuet, Part II

Part I | Part II | Part III

Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.

“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.


Eyes widening, the Doctor only has a moment to let his mouth drop open in surprise before another gentleman steps in—time to change dance partners. Rose slips into position with the newcomer without so much as a blink or even a glance in the Doctor’s direction, never faltering in her rhythm; a quick peek at the Doctor moments later tells her that he has allowed himself to be swept up in the tide of dancers, sidling up to his new partner across the room.

Rose turns away, swirling in her partner’s arms, but she can feel the eyes of the Doctor boring into her. She shivers despite the summer heat.

“That’s beside the point,” he whispers when they meet again, touching palm-to-palm first with one hand, then the other. “I’m a Time Lord.”

“Really? First I’ve heard of it,” Rose replies drily.

“I’ve been doing this for a long time, Rose. A very long time. I understand the risks.”

Rose rolls her eyes. “And stupid apes don’t.”

At least the Doctor has the decency to flinch at those words. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“Of course it is,” Rose sighs, and they both step back, granting a berth for other dancers to flit gracefully between them. “After all,” Rose continues when they reconnect, hands clasped, “I’m hardly one of the most accomplished women who ever lived, am I?”

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College AU! Doyoung

Originally posted by yonges

Style: Bulletpoint

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mild swearing, alcohol usage

Words: 4.500 smh

a/n: Some college au Doyoung to get me going!!! I’m sorry this is really long and unorganized but I just love Doyoung so much he’s such a bias wrecker like boiidjfaoedklsa;dkj

Hope you enjoy!! If you’re up for it, catch my donghyuck fic here!!

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Actor Louis

i’ll bring the bread because boy, you’re the jam by scagnetism (8k)

Just when he’s about to stop clicking the next button and claim defeat, maybe put some posters up around town, he’s met with a picture of white cardstock lying on a table, words written in black Sharpie with careful, deliberate strokes. “Hiiii,” it reads, “if you’re reading this, you’ve found my camera! I’d love it if you could contact me so I can get it back. It’d be the nice thing to do.”

Or the AU where Harry loses his camera. Louis finds it. They fall for each other via email.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner (38k)

Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.

or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

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JEALOUSY // masterlist

Request: hello! first of all, i wanted to say that i LOVE your writing !! i know this request is super lame, but i’d love to read something about kylo getting jealous and then i dont know you can choose the ending sbdj thank you so much, hope you have a lovely day :-) + Ok but imagine that you and Kylo are just starting out in your relationship so when he sees another officer flirting with you, he goes ballistic.

A/N: Thank you to the two who requested these! Sorry it took so long but here it is! Thought I’d do two requests in one since they’re quite similiar. This is more, I guess you could say, ‘romantic’ than angsty or fluffy as most of my fics are…enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 2.8K+

Being in a relationship was something Kylo Ren never had thought of, not with the life he had of constantly living in a state of fear or anger. Having a significant other was, in his mind, useless. There was no need to have to worry about someone else when it was enough to worry about himself, specially when he’d have to open up to them. It was enough that his self esteem plummeted even more–if it were possible–after the battle on Starkiller. There was no way the man could find himself wanting to be with someone.

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Book of Mormon Fanfiction Recommendations (Mostly McPriceley)

 These are my favorite Book of Mormon fanfictions. These are mostly McPriceley because most more than half of the fanfictions that the Book of Mormon archive has is McPriceley. This is a much bigger list than my other one. Extras at the end and if I find more in the future, check the notes.

Bold and italicized are my favorites.

I do not own any of these.

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do solangelo? And nico is a hockey player, who doesn't really listen and gets in fight all the time, or something of the sort. And then Will could be a medic for the games, who always has to deal with nicos injuries, or he could be a new assistant coach, trying to deal with nico never listening? It would be lovely if you could. P.s. I love your blog.

Yaaay! Solangelo!!! 

Here’s the hockey-themed fic! Thanks anon!~ So I don’t know much hockey terms so I’m sorry if I got a thing or two wrong about hockey gameplay :3

Hope you like it anyway!

“Benefits of Being a Medic”

Solangelo HockeyAU!

Summary: Will was sure he signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor. Still, listening to the complaints of his most frequent clinic visitor, star hockey-player Nico Di Angelo, was all worth it.


Will was a hundred percent certain he’d signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor.

Another thing was he was supposed to be a medic for game-related injuries. He wasn’t really sure if getting hit with a hockey stick in the face right after a final match counted, but he was pretty sure it didn’t.

The medic listened, albeit a little half-heartedly, at the black haired and rather scrawny looking boy whose sprained wrist he was patching up.

Said boy, Nico Di Angelo, didn’t look to have the build or strength befitting that of a hockey player. But the seemingly sinewy limbs packed a lot more punch than expected. He was an exceptional player and a great benefit to the team—so much that even medics like Will knew that. And his extraordinary gameplay was probably the only thing keeping him from getting thrown off the team.

From all the gossip going around, Will gathered that Nico was rather anti-social and wouldn’t give a rat’s ass for any other teammate. Ever. His temper was a paper-thin floodgate trying to hold back an onslaught of rage at any given moment, and every other member made no show of trying to hide their displeasure for their teammate.

Will however, found him to be… different. He landed at the clinic often enough, Will even considered him to be a friend of sorts. His tendency to never listen and go his own way, as the coach put it, often landed him in trouble or injury—and this time was no exception.

“It’s that asshole’s fault, I’m telling you!” Nico huffed. He sat on the clinic table opposite Will, letting his wrist get wrapped in a bandage. “I was going to score that goal—I swear to you, I was!—but that jackass Valdez dove in at the wrong time. He wasn’t supposed to be in that position! Any other position and I would’ve scored but no, he had to be there!” Nico growled again, scratching at the pale skin surrounding the first strands of the bandage.

This had happened before. They would be playing a certain gameplay and Nico, never really caring to listen to debriefings, ended up going out of gameplay resorting in injury or losing a score. However, Will knew better than to point that out.

“So,” he started, wrapping another layer around the injury. “How exactly did you sprain your wrist?”

Nico glared darkly at said wrist. “Valdez deserved a hockey stick to the face. Just didn’t expect him to retaliate, though.” He let out a cold laugh, which quickly turned into something more humorous when Will smirked.

“I bet his face was bleeding all over.” The blond medic chuckled. His little quirk was rewarded with a sparkle in the other boy’s dark eyes.

“You tell me,” he said. “It was… Kayla, who patched him up, right?”

Will nodded. “Oh yeah. Man, you must’ve hit him hard enough to score a goal. I think he was even crying about his ‘beautiful nose being broken forever’.”

Nico cracked up again, and, for the millionth time since the hockey star’s first landing in Will’s clinic, the medic wondered how more people never got to know this side of him. Sure, he understood how Nico was unlikable at first, but a simple talk with him led to so much more.  

He could be funny, though his humor was mostly dark, but he had a pretty crappy family life to give it some validation. Even so, he often made jokes about a lot of things. He had an interest in an old board game, Mythomagic, which was not something one expected from an ‘emo-boy’ like him. Will found it to be cute. He also had a special love for McDonald’s happy meals.

Upon learning that, Will had bought a happy meal the very next day to give to the boy when he—sure enough—showed up to the clinic. He declined it at first, flustered and dumbfounded, but Will was persistent and they ended up sharing the happy meal together.

Ever since, Will would buy a happy meal for lunch and they’d share. On some occasions however, Nico would insist on buying when Will was perfectly fine with his self-taken duty. Their little argument went on for sometime until they’d decided to alternate on who’d buy lunch each week. This week was Will’s turn.  

“Looks like you’re good,” The medic declared, getting up from his stool. Nico followed suit.

Quickly shuffling through his bag, Will pulled out a happy meal and turned to present it to the other. “So how does lunch sound?” he asked, grinning ear-to-ear.

Nico rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”  He tested his wrist, cringing visibly as he put a little too much pressure. He stopped however, when Will gave him a warning glare.

Now, glaring at Nico DiAngelo was something that was bound to land one in a clinic themselves, with the exception of the case in which you’re Will Solace. For reasons unknown to many, Will could get away with a lot of social interaction with the ill-tempered hockey player without getting punched in the face.

Will liked to think he’d earned Nico’s trust and became a rather good friend. Although constantly having to deal with the injuries was a pain, all the talks and interaction would make Will’s time worth it. He was drawn to the boy for… some reason. Maybe it was because he was different? Or because he saw something in him that not many other people did?

According to Nico himself, during one serious talk they’d had—which left Will awake past two in the morning thinking about it afterward—the only other person he’d ever considered a close friend was his late sister Bianca. Everything was already hell in his home, and when she died things became worse.

Will had hoped that ‘only other person’ meant he was that other ‘close friend’. He decided never to push his luck that much though.

Getting to be something like Nico’s friend, although never officially declared, was good enough—for now at least.

So he listened to Nico’s annoyed complaints about the turn of the previous game as they made their way through the halls. Once out the front door, Will basked in the glory of warm afternoon sunlight. For a moment, Nico watched him playfully from the side, then called for him to sit on one of the front lawn’s benches.

They would sometimes eat in the stands too, but Will often found it too cold. He wouldn’t say anything, but was thankful when Nico suggested to dine outside instead.

Now, they chewed their burgers and fries in silence.

No, it wasn’t an awkward or tense silence. It was comfortable, really. Almost a hundred-and-eighty-degree spin on Nico’s earlier mood. He liked to keep quiet during the first few moments of their lunches, savoring the meal and maybe even the company.

It took a good five minutes before Nico spoke up.

“So, Will,” he started through a partially filled mouth. “You’re off-duty on Saturday, Right?”

“Mhm,” Will nodded, sipping his coke. The two went back to watching the cars move past them on the street for another minute or so, then Nico spoke up again.

“Do you want to, maybe, catch a movie or something?”


Was he…?

Will stopped sipping his coke.

“Like… I think a new Avenger’s movie is coming up. I mean… you are into superhero movies, right? Or maybe… not into them, but like, you like them, right? Uh… I just thought maybe you’d wanna watch it together or something.”

Holy heck, he was.

“Um, l-like a date?” Oh wow. How smooth, Will.

He watched as Nico flushed. No chance of hiding anything with his pale skin.

“I mean, not exactly a date!” The boy hastily clarified. He looked back to the busy street as his blush only grew. Then a little more quietly, he added, “I mean… not if you don’t want it to be.”


Maybe Will did have a chance after all.

Clothing choices and breath mints were already running through his mind before he even had a chance to say yes. It took him maybe a solid three minutes and a disappointed huff from Nico to snap out of his trance.  

“O-of course!” He stammered, blushing a bit himself. He honestly never expected to get that lucky. “It’s a date then! Friday. I’ll pick you up at your place…?”

Nico looked up, his blush now hiding behind an amused and slightly wild smile. “Woah, hold on there, cowboy. You don’t even know where I live. Tell you what, I’ll meet you at the movie house at two o’clock, ‘kay?”

The two then shared a laugh, more from relief than anything, as they finished the last of their happy meal. Things settled back into a comfortable silence. Will was definitely looking forward to Saturday.

“You know,” he said, after a moment. “It’s not an Avenger’s movie. Civil War is a Captain America movie.”

Nico gave him a quizzical look, his blush not fully settling just yet. Will found it cute. “But… they were all in the trailer, right? I mean, Iron Man and Black Widow and a bunch of others were there…

“Yeah, but it isn’t an Avenger’s movie. I was pretty confused too.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll still watch it, right?” It was probably that little hitch of doubt in Nico’s voice that sent Will into a mild panic attack.

“Of course! It’s settled, I promise.”

And it was probably that little smile he flashed back that made Will feel that, even though he didn’t sign up to be Nico’s guidance counselor over gaming frustration, it was all pretty damn worth it.


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Fantasy vs. Reality - Part 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,390

Warnings: None. It’s just fluff

AN: Sorry this part took so long to get out, hope you enjoy this part. I’m not sure how I feel about it honestly but I finally got it done. Thank you @jalove-wecallhimdean for putting up with my crazy ass and helping me all of the time. Next part is meeting his family. 

Things had been going well considering everything that had happened. Dean had made you feel just as loved and adored as he had prior to the weeks leading up to your big fight, but you were still having a hard time trusting him. You still had reservations with sharing anything too personal with him for fear of it being thrown back into your face once again. Your conversations typically seemed to be more of him talking and you listening. You would share how your day had gone, errands that needed to be done, and anything mundane you could think of, but you no longer shared how you felt…about anything.

Dean had managed to make fast friends with your father, making sure to make it to his house several times a week to help him with the classic car tucked away in the garage. If you didn’t know any better, you would think your father was ready to marry the man himself. Dean seemed to genuinely enjoy spending time with him just talking and working. The only real exception was Friday nights. Those were reserved especially for you and what he had deemed as date night. He even went as far as making sure the bar was fully staffed and covered for any situation to avoid that night being taken from either of you.

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Hired Help (Part 1/?) (Deadpool x reader)

Request: I haven’t seen Mr. Pool in a little while! I’d love if you wrote one where Deadpool is protecting you from a guy you dated and you develop a brother/sister bond.

Language, obviously

With a quick flip of a chair and a swung leg over its back rest, Wade dropped himself onto the seat in a grumbling heap, grabbing his crotch with a wince of pain from a leg not raised up quite high enough.  “Goddammit, that stings!  Why the fuck do you have chairs in a bar anyway?  They’re called bar stools for a reason.”

“Hey, that’s new!” Weasel whined in reply.  “Could you maybe not wipe your dick all over the furniture please?  I’m trying to run a business.”

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The Girl Who Cried Fanfic (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: When your family is desensitized to your screams, because they usually just meant you were reading a fluffy fanfiction, the hero you’ve been reading about is the one who saves you in a time of actual danger.

 Word Count: 3228 

Requested: Nope 

A/N: Second fic on tumblr ever, first ever Peter Parker. I had this idea when my friend told me that she screamed at the fluff in one of my other fics, but that nobody in her house came to check on her. Jokingly, I called her “the girl who cried fanfic” and well, the rest is history.

You lay in your bed late at night, the only one awake in your small New York apartment. As you scrolled through your Tumblr, you saw a new post from your favorite account, a superhero fan account that loved hearing about the shenanigans the Avengers got into. Clicking on it, you saw this one was about Spider-Man.

Weird, you thought. Spider-Man isn’t really well known outside of Queens. Maybe you knew the owner of this account.

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Soulmate AU where you only see one colour based on your soulmate’s eyes.

On AO3 here.

Alexei’s soulmate is being cute again.

It doesn’t happen every day, but at least twice a week, Alexei gets to experience another colour. Today, his soulmate’s chosen blue. He can see the blue of his car and the blue of the skies and best of all? He can see the blue of his Falconer’s jersey. That always puts him in a good mood.

He appreciates his soulmate’s choice of blue eyes, especially since he was traded to the Falconers. It makes playing a game so much easier when he can find his teammates easily without relying on the colour bands. Tonight’s game is against the Las Vegas Aces, which isn’t a problem, but sometimes jerseys like the Schooners’ are similar enough in design that Alexei has trouble distinguishing the two when he can’t see in either colour. His team has tried to make accommodations before, of course, but there’s only so much that the league allows them to do, especially for the sake of one player. Alexei’s not the only one on the team who still can’t see in full colour, but he’s the only one with an unpredictable sight.

The league allows for minor add-ons like colour bands to jerseys to help out players. It’s not much, but being able to see a brown streak, or the lack of one, usually makes it easier to find your teammates quickly. It’s a little different when you see in different colours all the time. The league says it will accommodate all players, but they certainly don’t seem to like the idea of there being pink plastered over the Falconers’ jerseys (although, in Alexei’s defense, his soulmate has only decided to go with pink once).

Colours like to work in strange ways. Your world doesn’t just expand to a million hues once you make eye contact with your soulmate. Instead, colours fade in (or out) one by one as your relationship with your soulmate strengthens (or weakens) until you can see all the colours of the world. For now though, Alexei can only see one. Sometimes, when he’s lucky, he catches a glimpse of another, but that comes and goes and he’s yet to find out who triggers it.

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Lilac Hues

Words: 2k
Genre: Fluff, Fairy!Au
Sequel to Azure Blue 


He giggles.

And you can’t help the smile that raises on your lips, his high pitched laughter absolutely infectious. “Hold still, Jimin!”

“I can’t! It tickles too much!” He whines out, still giggling and thrashing beneath your hands.

“Almost…” You huff out tiredly, fingers weaving through the strands of his hair. “…done.”

With one more sweep of your fingers through his hair and the liquid all soaked up, you swivel his chair around while taking a step back so his azure wings don’t hit you. His honey eyes grow in size as he peers into the luminescent mirror, hand reaching upwards but retracting carefully as to not ruin your hard work.

“You did it!”

“Of course I did.” You snicker playfully. “I’ll miss your orange hair but I think lilac suits you nicely too.”

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Assholes, Insults, and Emotions

ask : 3,98 with Leo ?


3.“I’m not jealous.”

98. “Hold me back!”

I’m convinced this is one of the longest ones I’ve written for this blog.

is it a good one ? probably not, I’m been oUT of it lately lmao

warning : nez wrote this shit

Love and hate, two feelings, two emotions that are seemingly opposite, but are related more closely than anyone thinks. Leo grumbled under his breath, lounging across the couch in the Big House, tossing up a rubber band ball into the air. You, sat on the other couch, glared at the son of Hephaestus with a mixture of agony and hatred.

Leo stopped tossing the ball in the air, taking a sharp breath. Without changing his gaze from the ceiling, he spoke. “Is there something on me?” He asked passively, a hint of anger in his voice.

“Besides stupidity and arrogance? No. Nothing at all.” You fired quickly, and Leo balled up his fists, licks of flame spreading across his fingertips and knuckles, an action that would scare people, but to you it was nothing. Rolling your eyes at the action, you turned your gaze away.

“You’re the one who fucked up.” Leo responded, and you groaned in frustration, grasping the edge of the couch. A sharp glare was sent Leo’s way, and Leo rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you Valdez.” You shot back, and waited for Chiron to walk in so you could get your punishment and leave Leo’s presence. Balling up your fists, you watched as Chiron entered the room, ducking so he didn’t hit his head on the top of the door frame. You gritted your teeth. “Can we get this over with, I really don’t want to spend another second with this kid.” You grumbled, flicking your gaze towards the nonchalant repair boy.

“Kid? I’m older than you.” Leo commented, and you groaned in frustration once more. You turned towards him, your last nerve hanging dangerously off the edge of a cliff.

“By a few months, don’t flatter yourself.” You responded, and watched the amused look on Chiron’s face as you and Leo bickered. Groaning, you stood up, and looked straight into Chiron’s eyes. “I’ll do stable duty, okay? I’m leaving.” You proclaimed, taking heavy steps towards the door. Your fingers wrapped around the door handle.

“Of course you will. With Leo, as you will be doing everything together for the rest of the week.” You froze, your fingertips falling from the bronze door handle. You turned, looking at Leo’s position, which seemed to be frozen on the couch. In sync, both you and Leo scrambled to stop Chiron from leaving the room.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what?” Leo asked, his lanky arms spread out, in attempts to block Chiron from leaving. The hint of a smile spread across Chiron’s face, and he raised an eyebrow.

“You heard me.” Chiron smiled sweetly. A chill ran down your spine, and you looked up at him.

“Chiron, you can’t-” He cut you off, shooting you a stern look that quieted you quickly.

“I can, and I will. Have a nice week, I’d suggest you follow Leo’s schedule, it’s more laid back.” A scream wanted to escape your lips, and you both watched Chiron leave the room.

“There’s no way in hell I’m spending the whole week with you!” You both exclaimed in sync, and he glared at you, a sharp cold look in his eyes.

“If Chiron doesn’t see us together, he’s going to give us something worse. And trust me, I don’t think there’s anything worse than spending a whole week with you.” Leo spat, opening the door. Rolling your eyes, you passed by him, gritting your teeth. Grasping his shirt in your fist, you pulled him down, so that your noses were touching.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, a weird sensation you’ve never felt around Leo. You pushed the feeling back into the depths of your soul, and Leo’s breath hitched, as you began to speak. “Listen Valdez. I’m not happy, and I know for damn sure you aren’t happy either, so let’s come to an agreement where we get through this week, and we can live our lives without having to interact ever again.” You muttered, and Leo nodded, a glare sent your away again, but it wasn’t like the others.

“Deal. Now let go of me.” He mumbled, and you let go of his shirt, shoving him back a little. A hint of a smile spread across your face, and Leo looked at you, confused. “What are you so smiley for.” He asked, a clear blanket of attitude flowing over you.

“I can’t smile?” You shot back, and Leo groaned, rolling his eyes. “Wow, you’re really good at that.” You commented, and Leo gripped your upper arm, leading you away from the Big House.

“Let’s go. The less time I spend with you, the better.” He grumbled, and you scoffed. It was going to be a long week.

“Are you kidding me.” You grumbled beneath your breath. Almost at the top of the wall, you looked down, seeing Leo stuck on one of the poles, his face flushed red as people in the crowd snickered. You cursed loudly, grasping one of the edges, and flipping down to Leo’s level. “Grab my hand.” You called.

“For what, so you can drop me?” Leo asked, ears set aflame as the embarrassment settled into his bones. You gritted your teeth, looking at your hand once more.

“For once, could you get your head out of your ass, and accept my help?” You asked, causing him to turn red even more. Leo warily looked down at the spikes beneath him, a wonderful addition added by his little brother, Harley. “Fuck, Leo. I’m trying to help you, get it through your thick ass skull!” You shouted at him, and he looked up at you.

“Fine!” He shouted back at you, and you grasped his forearm, as the pole disappeared. His weight nearly pulled you over, but holding your ground, you tugged Leo back onto the ledge, a yelp escaping his lips. He sat, his back against the base of the wall. “Thanks.” He muttered ungratefully.

“Fuck you.” You muttered, before climbing up back to where you were, which was higher than where you were. At the top, you sighed, sitting on the edge of the wall in triumph.

“Oh please. Don’t look too accomplished.” Leo pulled himself onto the top several minutes later, and you resisted the urge of drop kicking the fiery Latino off of the top into the spikes below.

“Choke.” You muttered simply, dropping down safely to the ground, leaving Leo up on top of the wall. Chatting with your friends, and actually looking happy, it stirred something in Leo’s heart. Maybe he did-no. He smacked the side of his head a few times.

“C'mon Valdez, I know you died but you aren’t that dumb.” Leo muttered to himself, grumbling as he made his way down the wall. He approached you and your friends, and you glared at your friend as she giggled when Leo forced himself into the conversation. “I’d hate to break this up, actually. No I don’t. Come on Y/N, we have to go to the next thing on your schedule.” Leo spoke, and you gritted your teeth, leading the Latino away from your friends.

You stopped him, gripping his shirt in your fist. “Listen Valdez-” You grumbled, making his eye focus on you. “- I’m this close-” You pinched your thumb and forefinger together, barely leaving any space between them. “- to shoving you into a cage and leaving you there until the week is up.” You threatened, a hard undertone in your voice.

Leo laughed, pushing your hand away. “What is that supposed to scare me?” He asked, and you glared at him, clenching your fist.

“No, but me popping your pretty little teeth out should-”

“L/N!” Chiron warned, and you unclenched your fist, ducking your head. A laugh escaped Leo’s lips, and you glared at him.

“Sorry Chiron.” You muttered, before stomping off, away from Leo.

You’ve had enough. Getting away from Leo for a while, as your feelings swam a lot, and weren’t clear when you were around him. “Hey, where are you going?” A strong hand grasped your arm, and you stopped, looking into the deep blue eyes of Beau, a son of Aphrodite.

Smiling softly, a blush spread across your face. “Big House. Have to complain to Chiron about him sticking me with Leo all week.” You groaned slightly, and Beau laughed, a light and musical sound, before he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You’re cute when you get frustrated.” He laughed, and you blushed harder, laughing nervously. Ducking your head, you laughed, and Beau picked up your head, holding your chin in his hand.

What you didn’t know, was that Leo was frozen, a few dozen feet away, watching the scene go down. He tensed, a bad feeling in his stomach, his heart and mind in a whirl. “Leo?” He flinched, as Percy rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, hi Percy.” Leo said, and Percy raised an eyebrow, following his gaze. It registered in his brain, and Percy laughed. Leo looked up at the son of Poseidon, confused. “What?” He asked.

“I didn’t think you’d get feelings for Y/N.” Percy laughed, and Leo turned bright red.

“What- I don’t !” Leo sputtered, and Percy tried hard not to laugh again.

“Come on dude, you’re so jealous right now.” Percy teased, and Leo’s ears and nose set aflame in embarrassment.

“I’m not jealous-” The words escaped his lips louder and higher than he expected them to, and he clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Sure you aren’t. Just, go talk to her-” Percy gestured to you and Leo looked up at his close friend.

“Wow, you’re good at advice.” Leo said sarcastically, and he watched as Beau got a little bit more touchy with you. His fists set aflame, white flames enveloping his fingertips at a rapid rate.

Leo watched as you tried pushing Beau away, but he didn’t stop. Leo tensed, and spoke lowly. “Hold me back.” Leo growled, and Percy gripped his arm, looking at his friend.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Percy asked, and the look Leo sent him gave Percy the answer he wanted. A smirk spread across his face, and Percy let him go. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” Percy patted his friends shoulder, and that was enough to send Leo off.

Leo quickly stomped up, stepping in between you and Beau, shielding you with his own body. “She said back up, asshole. Stop touching her.” Leo spat, and you cocked your head, your heart racing in your chest.

“Leo?” You questioned. Before you could keep talking, Beau cut you off.

“Leo Valdez. Didn’t you hear? Y/N doesn’t like you, also what are you gonna do? Build a machine to hurt me?” Beau teased, and you clenched your first. You were the only one who could mess around with Leo, nobody else could-

Leo smiled up at Beau, and he held his hands out. “¿Izquierda o derecha?” He asked, gesturing to his left and right hand as he spoke. Confused, Beau cocked his head. “You took too long.” Leo spoke, before hitting Beau with a right hook. You backed up, shocked, but smiling slightly. Beau was on the ground, groaning, and Leo pumped his fist slightly, before cursing in Spanish and shaking out his hand.

“You little-” Before Beau got in Leo’s face, you got in between the two boys, pressing your back against Leo’s chest, and holding your hands out in front of you to deter Beau away.

“Go to the infirmary, Beau. Your face is burnt, and you aren’t touching Leo.” You growled slightly, a protective edge in your voice. Leo wrapped his arms around your waist, something that felt normal and comfortable to you. Leo instinctively rested his chin on your shoulder, and beyond your knowledge, he stuck his tongue out teasingly at the son of Aphrodite. Grumbling, Beau walked off, and Leo and you stayed like that for a while.

Realization settled into the both of you, and you both screamed, ripping away from each other’s grasp. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” You screamed.

“I DON’T KNOW!!” Leo yelled back at you, running a shaky hand through his curls.

“WHY DID WE DO THAT?!” You screamed again, and Leo looked at you, both of you clearly distraught.

“¿NO LO SÉ? ¡SANTO HADES NO SÉ POR QUE HICE ESTO!?” Leo shouted back at you, and you both looked at each other, an awkward silence falling over both of you.

“Do you think-” You stopped, your voice dying in your throat. Your face flushed red, and a voice screamed in your head.

“Maybe we could-” Leo stopped too, rubbing the back of his neck, watching the sky awkwardly. Butterflies raged war in your stomach, and you looked up at the fiery Latino.

“I’m sorry?” You apologized, but as you were confused, you didn’t know what exactly you were apologizing for. Leo laughed, but let it die inside his throat.

“Why are we being so awkward?” He asked, and you shrugged, as he took his hands in yours. An electric shock ran through your fingertips, and you smiled up at him.

“Do you wanna try this?” You both said in sync, and burst into nervous and genuine laugher right after. Still laughing, you pushed Leo’s curls out of his eyes.

“Yeah?” You asked, nodding your head slightly. A soft smile spread across Leo’s face, as he laced his fingers with yours.

“Yeah.” He replied, and you smiled at your intertwined hands.

Love, you’ve concluded, is a weird thing, but there’s no way to make it normal. You just have to let it happen, or else it isn’t really love.

// the fucking ending lmao kill me //

// also if u don’t know Spanish, the first thing Leo says is 'Left or right?’, and the second thing he says is 'I don’t know! Holy Hades I don’t know why we did that!!“ //

- nez

Dates and Deal Breakers- Coffee Shop AU

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

           It was 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.

           “What do 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.

           Adso turned at my exclamation, green eyes bright in his charcoal face. He stared unwaveringly, making me super uncomfortable after his previous activity.

           “I’m going 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.”

           He continued his rubbing, anyway. Obviously, he didn’t care about my feelings whatsoever. But, what cat ever did?

           I pivoted 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.

           Classy, Beauchamp.

           My eyes made their way to my hair. Wild as ever, dark curls springing in every direction. There was no hope for it.

           Maybe I should put a headband or something in it…

           A headband? What are you, Beauchamp? Eight?

           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.  

Shit. Is that him?

And then the doorbell rang.

Shit. Shit. Shit.


           Jamie 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.”

“That’s foul.”


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 as much.

“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 the candlelight.

“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 yer teeth.”

“You know what else is bad for your teeth? Smoking.”

“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, Sassenach.”

“I know. I think that’s just how I flirt.”

“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.

“Everything okay?”

“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 ketchup for?”

“My steak, o’ course.” I stared at him blankly. Surely he was joking…

“I’m sorry?”

“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 steak.

“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 restaurant.”

“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.”


           Jamie 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.

           “Claire,” 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.”

           I blushed. 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.

           “Thank you, 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.

           “Thank ye, Claire. Not just for the compliment, but fer spending the evening wi’ me.”

           “It was my pleasure.”

           “Mine, as well.”


           “Shit.” I wasn’t sure if I had ever heard Jamie curse, but I suppose there was a first time for everything.

           “What? What’s 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 die?”

           “Nay. Ran 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.

           “There’s a station, up over the hill. I’ll have to push it. You scoot over and make sure I dinna push it into traffic.”

           “Jamie…” 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 steered.


           And that 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.

           When we 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.

           “Thank the 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.

           “Do you need me to drive? You’re about to pass out.”

           “Nay, I’ll be fine.”

           “Just let me help, Jamie.”

           “That’s 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.


           To Jamie’s 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.

           “Can you make it back okay?” I asked as he walked me to my door.

           “Aye, I dinna live too far. Besides, I told ye, my body’s jus’ tired, no my brain.”

           “Well, if you’re sure…”

           “I am. Dinna worry. I’ll text ye when I get home, okay?”

           “Okay, that’ll 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 hug.

No, 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. :)