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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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Would u write something about Mac first words being "dad" o "daddy" and Jake GOING INSANE about that? I think it would be really special to him bc all his story with his dad and all his fear on becoming

He'd taken his eyes off of him for five seconds - the card machine at the bodega was giving him some prompt he'd never seen before - so of course something had to happen. Jake still mostly banked on Mac being unable to walk freely for more than a few steps from him, but he should've really factored in all the perfect toddler-height shelving that he could use as railings to get a whole aisle over before he and the cashier flinched from the sound of a crash.

And then the crying started.

The cashier was actually faster than him, given a headstart from not having to drop an entire basket of shopping to run over, but Jake was directly behind her to see his kid sitting on the ground, a puddle of something slopping around him and half over him. Pasta sauce, he realised as he saw the wobbly carton display that had obviously not been as steady as the metal shelves Mac had been holding onto before.

"Da...!" Mac sobbed with outstretched arms towards him. "Da-heee..." He wailed again with tears streaming down his face while Jake lifted him up, covering himself in sauce too as Mac clung to him and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Daddy's here, bud. It's okay. It's okay." He bounced him up and down as the crying slowed, cursing himself out in his head all the while. How did he let him wander away like that? Why did he not notice sooner? He'd been careless and stupid and irrespsonsible and a horrible fath-

"Is he okay?" The cashier still looked far more worried at them than at the mess she'll have to clean up now, and it gladly brought him back to centre as the only real adult in the room right now (she can't be more than 17, he thinks).

"Yeah, just spooked. I'm so sorry, I'll pay for the sauce of course-" Jake stopped as Mac lifted his head off his shoulder again, eyes red-rimmed but not crying anymore, at least, only to see that his forehead was less covered in pasta sauce and more smeared with blood from a cut over his eyebrow, and his heart dropped even deeper than when he heard the crash. "Actually, do you sell bandaids?"

-*-

"It's okay, peanut. Daddy's fixing it." He forces his voice to be soft and calm while Mac sniffles, sitting on the counter, the cashier picking up Jake's dropped shopping bags while he cleans the little cut with the alcohol wipes she'd handed him without even ringing them up. It's not that bad, he tries to comfort himself fruitlessly, just a little nick that bled a bit more than usual, but should be fine with a bandaid and some lotion. It's fine. He didn't- he didn't let Mac get actually injured. He didn't. Even though his subconscious was screaming nothing else at him.

Mac's eyes are still swimming while he stares up at Jake, unblinking, clinging to his fake-soft smile as probably the only thing to convince him there was no need to cry at the moment. You and me both, Jake thinks for a second.

"Daddeh." He squeaks softly as Jake sticks on a puppy-themed bandaid (also not rung up), and grabs his hand with his little grubby fingers, and time kind of stops for a moment as they look at each other. Mac's eyes are big and still slightly red-rimmed, but trained on him like there's nothing else in the world but them, and for Jake, there might as well not be.

"See, Daddy fixed it." The cashier breaks through, smiling at him too as she hands Jake his shopping with the bandaid box dropped in, and time loops back into normal. She gets a soft Thanks and a nod after she hands him his card from the blasted machine that started it all, too, and doesn't even mention the several jars broken an aisle over. She waves goodbye to Mac instead as they leave, and Jake is definitely leaving the largest bills he has in her tip jar next time they come in.

-*-

Mac's splashing water and bubbles around in his small tub, because the sauce had leaked through his dungarees straight over his legs, and Jake is busy scrubbing him down with the soft loofah that'll probably have to go into the trash after all this. There's too much swirling through his head while he carefully showers Mac off. A whole barrage of emotion he'd love to just aimlessly ramble out, but there's no one to listen to him in their little apartment right now, the only person who'd maybe understand him still stuck at work. He looks at the puppy bandaid on Mac's forehead that he'll have to change after the bath, at his happy face playing with the little ducky that makes such fun squeaky noises when it's filled with water, no sign of tears or pain left at all.

"Hey, Mac-a-roni." Jake whispers while Mac giggles and splashes some more water out of the baby-tub into the big one it was sitting in. "You... said something at the bodega, didn't you?"

Mac had been babbling and making noises for months now, lots of Goos and Gaas, the occasional Bleh and Duh thrown in, but Jake and Amy had agreed that none of those had been discernible as words yet, especially as they were never directed at anything in particular. Not like on the counter back there, staring straight at him with his big, chocolate eyes after that little parenting disaster he still wanted to scold himself for. Not like right now, soap bubbles clinging to his curls, smiling up at him in the comforting moment of their usual night routine.

"Daddeh!" Mac squeaks again, holding his arms out to be picked up into a towel like always, but held against Jake's chest much tighter than usual. He's trying not to cry, very hard, but he's sure his eyes are swimming and shiny as much as Mac's were while he was being bandaged up.

"Daddeh." He repeats as Jake laughs, breathlessly, kisses up and down his perfect chubby cheeks for some more squeals and laughter from them both, hugs him close again and again even as he dries him off and gets him dressed.

There's something warm glowing in his chest, Jake feels as he dances Mac to sleep to abuela's Spanish lullaby tape, something that feels both familiar and foreign at once. It reminds him of the feeling that shook all through him when that firefighter placed a screaming, goo-covered baby onto Amy's chest as she cried and carefully touched the dark whisps of hair already matted to his head. That feeling that settled around his heart for forever as Rosa handed him a cleaned up, swaddled baby that wasn't screaming anymore, his eyes closed but his teensy tiny hand wrapping tight around Jake's finger. It's a little different - but it's not, it's more of the same, but grown. Added on, like a new bud on an already flowering tree.

Jake is sure there'll be lots of new blooms on that feeling in the years to come, but this one, the one that opens up even more as Mac sighs one more little "Daddeh" as he falls asleep against his shoulder, will surely be remembered for forever.

-*-

He has enough wherewithal to warn Amy about the bandaid when she gets home and immediately moves to check on sleeping Mac, and she only rolls her eyes when she drops down onto the couch next to him after softly closing the nursery door.

"Do I even want to hear the story of the bandaid?"

"It wasn't anything. Just a little accident at the bodega. He's fine." Jake's actually convinced himself of that now, too, so it sounds believable enough.

"Alright." Amy nods, he swallows back down the worries he thought about sharing if she asked him to still explain instead. "Aside from that, how was your day with him? Did you have fun?"

"Oh yeah." Jake tries to grin and pulls her in to lean against his side as she rests her head on his shoulder, seeming almost as sleepy as Mac was when he did it earlier. "We went to the park and the post office and the bank and the bodega, obviously. A whole Brooklyn adventure."

"That's nice." Amy says in a quiet voice, and he wonders if he'll have to carry her to bed in a second.

"And, well." He hesitates, and that is enough to make her lift her head. Maybe he shouldn't say it. Maybe he should wait until the morning, let her discover it on her own, and pretend like it's the first time he's hearing it too. Forget about how it all came about today.

"Well what?"

"He said something."

"What?! Why didn't you lead with that? Why didn't you text me?!?" She sits up, staring at him with wide eyes, and he looks - apologetic, almost worried.

"I didn't want you to feel bad because you missed it." And didn't want to explain how I fucked up to make it happen.

"Oh." She visibly deflates, but then smiles at him. "But you heard it, right? He said it in front of you?"

"Yeah. He, uh. Actually. He said daddy. To me."

Jake completely misinterprets Amy's face, her scrunched together eyebrows, her shining eyes, her mouth softly opening and closing, and immediately leans forward with a hand on her arm to console her.

"I'm sure he's going to say Mama next, Ames - he's already going 'Mah' all the time, so-"

"He called you daddy?" Her voice is so soft, almost breaking, as he feels her hands on his cheek. "Jake, that's wonderful!"

"Yeah." He nods with a shy smile, but Amy's face only softens more.

"You're his first word." She says with so much reverance, and he can't feel bad about it anymore. Can't think he doesn't really deserve it, not when she looks at him with that much love in her eyes. "You're Mac's first word."

"I'm daddeh." His smile isn't so shy anymore, not when he says it out loud like that, not when it feels 100% right.

"You're really daddy, babe. You're daddy."

He huffs and smiles even wider with another nod, and that feeling is back, that little warm glow blooming in his chest, and Amy is quick to wipe away the few tears that make their way down his cheeks all of a sudden before bending forward for a kiss.

"DADDEH!" echoes through the room from behind a closed door where someone is clearly not interested in sleeping anymore, and Amy laughs against his lips.

"See?"

"I'm gonna go and get him." Jake sighs happily.

"Oh please." She nods as he gets up. "I want to see him say it to you."

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iamwhoami · 3 years

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Sister Oh Sister (Grey’s Anatomy)

Grey’s Anatomy

When Amelia has brain surgery to remove her tumor, her sister Y/N is with her the entire time, worried that she might lose her.

Warnings: None

Requested = Yes

Haha...finally got one done...

It’s been a while since I’ve seen the episode where Amelia gets her tumor removed so the facts might be a lil iffy.

You were the first person she told.

When she paged you to the scan room, you definitely were not expecting this bombshell.

“Oh...Amelia...” You whispered and immediately pulled her into your arms.

“It’s okay...” Amelia said, almost as if she was trying to convince herself to, “It’s benign.”

You choked back a sob at those words. It was a relief of course, but it was a tumor nonetheless and would definitely have to be removed.

That meant brain surgery.

Over the next while, you were constantly at Amelia’s side. Yes, it was partially because you knew you had to be there for her, but in a way, you were also there because you were scared.

Scared that history might repeat itself.

The few months before Derek died, you hadn’t really been around him much. Now looking back, you regretted not visiting him, Meredith and the kids more. You regretted now inviting them over for dinner more.

You didn’t want to have those regrets with Amelia.

Despite all your fear and worries though, you did you best to hide it from Amelia, putting a brave face on instead.

The day of Amelia’s surgery, you had worked yourself up so much that you spent the first half hour of the day throwing up in the bathroom at home.

You knew you were worried about her, but there really weren’t any words that would truly describe just how great that worry was.

Pulling yourself together though, you forced yourself to eat some breakfast before heading to the hospital. It was a surprise that Meredith had even managed to get you to go home since you spent all your time at the hospital since Amelia was checked in.

Parking your car, you killed the engine and was going to walk in when you realized that you couldn’t. You were so overwhelmed by everything that you just needed one moment by yourself so that you could break down without Amelia knowing.

You didn’t realize how much you had been holding back until you finally let it all out. You were sobbing so hard, you didn’t even hear the first few knocks on the window to your car.

Sniffling, you wiped your nose with the side of your hand before taking a deep breath and getting out of the car.

“You good?”

You looked over at Meredith, debating what you should tell her. Should you lie even though you knew she would see right through it?

“I will be,” You whispered, “But that doesn’t really matter right now.”

“Of course it matters,” Meredith responded, “Y/N, you’ve been driving yourself insane with worry about Amelia and I know you have your reasons but how would Amelia react if she knew what you’ve been doing?”

“What am I doing?” You asked numbly as you and Meredith headed into the building.

Meredith grabbed your arm, making you stop, “You’re not taking care of yourself Y/N. Your running yourself to the ground, you’re not eating, you’re not sleeping.”

“It’s going to be okay,” You whispered back, biting your lip as you felt the tears threaten to spill from your eyes again, “Right? She’s going to be okay.”

“Oh...Y/N,” Meredith reached out her other arm and pulled you into a hug.

You choked back a sob, “She has to be okay Mer because I swear I can’t do it again. Not after Derek...”

“I know,” Meredith mumbled and put her hand on the back of your head, rubbing it up and down.

With that, you nodded and Meredith looped her arm through yours before making your way up to Amelia’s room.

“I’ll go through the a sub frontal craniotomy, real clean, small incision,” Tom was saying as you and Meredith arrived.

Amelia saw you and gave you a weak smile which you just barely were able to return.

“So I imagine you have questions,” Tom looked at everyone expectantly.

“Yeah uh...how many of these have you done?” Dr. Bailey pointed her finger at Tom.

Tom shook his head slightly, “So...so many.”

“What’s the recovery time?” Richard added.

You tried to listen. You tried to pay attention, stay engaged, but your mind just kept wandering, going through each of the possible scenarios.

“See you at the afterparty,” Tom was saying when you zoned back in and without another word he walked out of the room.

“He’s arrogant and a showboat so DeLuca, make sure you ask him questions during surgery,” Amelia ordered, “Make him show off.”

DeLuca nodded in response and you knew that he would do that.

“And if I make it through,” Amelia started to say but Owen cut her off.

“When you make it through,” He corrected.

“Early ambulation protocol,” DeLuca finished and Amelia thanked him.

Amelia then turned to Meredith, “Meredith...if I die.”

“You are not going to die,” Meredith said.

“But if I do,” Amelia went on, “You call my mom...I’m sorry but she likes you.”

“True that,” You snorted, knowing fully that Amelia was very correct on that.

Amelia then looked over at Maggie, “And you...take my room! I totally scammed you on that.”

“Don’t be ridiculous-” Maggie started to say but Alex cut in.

“She’s right on that, it’s way better,” Alex mumbled to Maggie.

“If I’m gorked after this,” Amelia took a deep breath, “Unplug me. Don’t think about it. Go on with your lives. If I need unplugging, April has been named my power of attorney.”

At those words, everyone, including you, slowly looked over at April who had a very awkward expression on her face.

“What...was I supposed to say no?”

“I uh...I don’t know what’s me and what’s tumor talking,” Amelia looked you straight in the eyes before continuing, “But uh...in this moment, I love you people tremendously.”

~~~

You were sitting in between Meredith and Maggie, watching through the gallery at the scene below. Amelia standing...leading the superhero pose.

You watched as Amelia got onto the table and as she was preparing to lay down, she gave you a wave.

Forcing a smile, you waved back.

~~~

The entire time Amelia was in surgery, it felt like you were underwater. Not drowning, but just underwater. The sounds around you were fuzzy and even though you could see perfectly well, your eyes stung as if salt was irritating them. You were subconsciously holding your breath too, breathing only when Maggie or Meredith reminded you to.

When the surgery ended, you were slightly relieved but now you were tasked with one of the hardest things.

Waiting.

You refused to leave Amelia’s side, even though she was still unconscious. Meredith and Maggie tried to get you to leave for food, but you brushed them off, only leaving to use the bathroom.

You talked a lot to Amelia while you waited for her to wake up, knowing that she couldn’t hear you. It brought you some sort of comfort though, speaking to her as if she were awake.

“I know you’d tell me that I’m being stupid,” You laughed, holding Amelia’s hand in yours, watching her face carefully for any signs that she might be waking up.

You smiled painfully, “But I can’t leave you Amy...not after what happened with Derek. You can’t leave me...because I really need you Amy. Even though I’ve been annoying and you’ve been a pain in my ass at times, I love you so much more than I’ve ever told you.”

You reached your hand out and gently stroked your sister’s face.

“Please Amy...” You swallowed hard, “Please don’t leave me.”

~~~

Needless to say, when Amy woke up speaking French, you thought you were going to have a heart attack. When Meredith explained what was going on though...you quickly understood and calmed down.

A little bit.

It was hard watching Amelia be in pain while she recovered from brain surgery but you always put on a brave face and made sure to be there beside her every step of the way.

It took a while, and since you were with Amelia every day it was hard to see the tiny steps of progress, but you did. It felt like forever, but you knew it wasn’t, before Amelia was finally allowed to be discharged and head home.

“I’ll put the bags in the car first,” Owen said and looked over at you

You smiled and Owen gave you a knowing look before walking out of the room, a few bags in his hand.

“You look like crap,” Amelia joked as you rubbed your bloodshot eyes.

“Right back at you,” You mumbled back but Amelia could tell it didn’t have your usual spunk.

“What’s wrong?” Amelia asked, clearly concerned.

You shook your head, “It’s stupid...”

“Oh come on Y/N,” Amelia said, “It’s me, you know you can tell me anything.”

You sighed and shook your head again but you didn’t stay quiet this time and told Amelia what was bothering you.

“It’s just...especially after Derek,” You felt yourself start to choke up and quickly swallowed hard, “I couldn’t lose you. I was so scared I would lose you too Amelia.”

Amelia’s gaze softened as she realized what you meant.

“Come here...” Amelia whispered and opened her arms so that you could lean into her embrace, “It’s okay...I’m okay now. You’re not going to lose me.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, “I know...but it was just hard...”

“I don’t even know how hard that must have been for you,” Amelia said and you felt her sigh, “But you know...you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head at your sister’s attempts of trying to make a joke.

“I know, you’re like a barnacle,” You went along with Amelia’s attempts.

“Seriously though,” Amelia whispered, “I’m always going to be with you no matter what.”

You nodded, “I know...I love you Amelia.”

“Love you too.”

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amydancepants-peralta · 3 years

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10 and 24 for the festive prompts :)

(please excuse me while I hang my head in shame, for this was 1: received last year, and 2: still didn’t manage to appear before Christmas this year.) 🤦🏼‍♀️ Best laid plans really do be elusive, huh? @ Anon, I'm sorry this is so late, and I hope you’re still around! ♥️

Prompts - 10: I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween! and 24: Secret Santa is bullshit.

(for the sake of this story and b99′s vague timelines, this is set pre-manhunter and post-casecation). (ao3)

all the lights are shining (so brightly everywhere)

Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la lah, la la lah lahhh …

Amy sighs, tapping her feet - sadly, trapped in a curled up shoe, and does her best to ignore the jingle that comes from its dangling bell.

Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la lah, la la lah lahhh …

Christmas Carols have always been a favourite of hers, forever singing along to the melody despite being told by many that she really shouldn’t. They were joyful and uplifting and reminders of everything wonderful about the holiday season. But tonight, she’s been standing post for three hours, listening to Z-List celebrity covers of sacred songs of hope; and as a result has spent 85% of her time hatching a plan to find the source of the music and put an end to everyone’s misery.

Don we now our gay apparel, fa la la, fa la la, fa la lahhh …

Jake’s off-key singing voice filters in through her earpiece, and a tiny smile finds it’s way onto her face.

“Troll the ancient yule-tide carol, fa la la la laaaa, la la la laaa! … Wait, troll? That can’t be right! Hey Ames, do you think trolls celebrate Christmas?”

Knowing that answering would blow her cover, Amy remains quiet; nodding slowly both to the beat and her husband’s question as the track fades away and a new atrocity begins.

Seriously, she needs to find out where this music is coming from.

From underneath her undercover position as Head Elf of Candy Cane Lane, Amy shifts uncomfortably, resisting the urge to tug down the tinsel edged skirt that hovered just a little too high for her liking. She wanted to burn the bra she had chosen to wear tonight (digging into her ribcage like it did), save for the fact that it was very expensive and very beautiful, and very much worn this evening with the sole purpose of seducing her husband.

Work had descended into pure madness in the past fortnight, with both her and Jake’s schedules descending from holding relative similarities to polar opposites. And maybe it was the surplus of romantic movies on every single TV channel, or the scores of advertisements reminding her that the holiday season was for being together with loved ones (for Jake Peralta was most certainly Amy’s Loved One) - either way, Amy had begun to miss spending nights alone with her husband something fierce.

Tonight’s plan had been so simple, it had barely required a binder. Wait until it’s nearly Jake’s finish time, don sexy lingerie, cover up with comfy clothes and go pick up her unsuspecting husband from work. Let him unlock the door when finally home, then jump his bones right there on the couch - giving Jake just enough time to discover the red lacy set and look at her the way he always manages to do - like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Then, sexy timez. Lots of sexy timez.

And it had all been working so well - until she’d shown up at the precinct unannounced (Jake being too distracted to notice the text she’d sent him), and immediately found herself getting wrapped up in a sting her old squad were devising.

In a spark of true evil, one of Brooklyn’s most elusive drug runners - Art Akemi - had invented a new way to dodge any of his drug shipments from being discovered; deciding to build candy canes around the narcotics so that to the unaware eye, they would appear completely innocuous.

Unfortunately, one of his most recent handovers had gotten mixed up with actual candy canes, resulting in several innocent members of the public ending up in hospital with mysterious drug overdoses. It had taken the 99 and their neighbouring precincts days to piece together Akemi’s plans, and just this afternoon Rosa had been given a lead that suggested a handoff with the kingpin and one of his henchmen would be happening at Santa’s Village that very evening.

It was brazen, to set up an exchange of illegal narcotics in a public access area - particularly, one frequented by children and families alike - but also completely on brand for someone like Akemi. The squad needed to work fast, and work smart; running through the finer details of their mission when Amy had arrived.

And yes, perhaps her FOMOW had reached an all-new peak as she listened to the detectives speak, and perhaps she hadn’t really thought about what she was volunteering herself for - but the next thing Amy knew she was Holly the Christmas Elf, toes squeezed into surprisingly curly shoes as she fielded questions from children and waited for any signs of wrong-doing.

It has been twenty-five minutes since Santa had disappeared to ‘feed the reindeer’ (aka disappearing to the back docks for a quick drag of a cigarette), and just as Amy was beginning to wonder if a search party needs to be called, she feels a gentle tug on her hand, looking down to find a little boy no older than five gazing up at her with awe.

“D’ya think Santa is busy making da presents?"

His eyes are wide - filled with the kind of awe that every child seems to get when they are lulled by the magic of Christmas - and as Amy crouches to match his diminutive height, she can’t help but notice how the unkempt curls on his head remind her of a photo with a similar aged Jake that Karen had once shown her.

(He had been mid-discovery of a fairy garden, one built by his Nana and immediately claimed as his own, and the sheer joy in his face had made Amy’s heart swell, even years later through the faded colours of an oft-cherished photograph.)

“You know, I bet he is.” Scanning the crowd for that familiar mixture of red and white but coming up blank, she turns her attention back to the little boy. “Santa’s magic like that, don’t you think?”

The child’s nod is so enthusiastic the tiny curls on his head begin to bounce, turning quickly as his searching father calls out his name. “Just a little longer, and you can tell him all of your wishes, okay?”

“Da elf said Santa’d building da presents Daddy!” The child runs back towards his father’s outstretched hand, and Amy gives the adult an understanding smile as he lifts his son back into his arms. From his undercover position at a nearby popcorn stand; Jake catches Amy’s eye as she returns to her earlier position, giving him a tiny smile when he throws her a wink.

The topic of parenthood - of them trying to have a baby, one day - had been mentioned by both more than a few times since their anniversary; and the regular use of the word when rather than if ignited a sense of hope in Amy that made her stomach flutter every single time. While the enormity of it all still scared Jake - still scared Amy, if she were to be completely honest - what always seemed to remain after each conversation was the understanding that even if it scared them: together they’d figure out how to get through it.

(Last month’s arrival of Miguel’s baby girl Adamaris, and the sight of Jake cradling her in his careful arms, had definitely not helped, playing on a loop in Amy’s mind for several days after their visit.)

“Nothing beats a bit of Santa magic, hey Santiago?” Jake’s tone is light and playful, and only serves to remind Amy just how much she’s missed talking to him these last few weeks.

Rolling her eyes slightly, she tucks her head downward, playing the pretence of adjusting her costume as she speaks into the hidden mic. “Ha ha, Peralta. Santa is magic, especially to cute kids like that one. No way was I going to be the one to burst the Santa bubble.”

With a stuttered gasp, Jake slaps a hand against his chest, and a passing stranger gives him the side eye. “Wait a minute. Are you suggesting that Santa is fake?!”

“Santa is real, Peralta. As is this very real mission to take down Akemi. Time to focus up.” Terry’s firm tone breaks through the earpiece, busting into Jake and Amy’s conversation, and a sheepish grin breaks out on Jake’s face.

“Right you are, sarge. This is Super Serious Santa Shutdown Situation.” Shoving several pieces of popcorn into his mouth, Jake waits a beat before continuing. “Ames wasn’t wrong, tho. That kid was a cutie.”

The unspoken addition of but ours will be cuter lingers between them, and Amy feels her skin warm up under Jake’s faraway gaze.

Maybe this bra was going to come in use after all.

Rosa’s voice cuts through the unsaid, her tone steady as she moves in closer from her position at a nearby payphone. “Heads up - Santa’s back. And it looks like they’ve swapped out their player.”

Immediately switching into detective mode, Jake shields his face from the new Santa’s sight as he passes, already very aware of earlier (unsuccessful) run-in’s with the kingpin. “That really looks like Akemi.”

“Santiago, can you get close enough to confirm?”

Handing out Christmas tree shaped cookies to the children milling around her position, Amy glances up just in time to catch the replacement Santa as he walks into the village. With the cocky swagger of a man who rarely pays any consequences for his actions, this version of Father Christmas looked paler and far more arrogant than the man wearing the costume earlier.

Pushing past the waiting children with barely any acknowledgment of their tiny hellos, New Santa pauses on his way to his plush red throne; snapping his gum and giving Amy a very jolly (read: creepy) once-over with his eyes. Glancing quickly in Terry’s direction, she gives a subtle nod. Akemi’s case file has landed on almost every detective in New York’s desk at one point or another, and she’d recognised that hard gaze anywhere.

“Well, well, well … don’t you look good enough to sit atop my Christmas tree.”

Acutely aware of their audience, and knowing that the red and white striped stockings covering her legs would definitely be restrictive if she needed to go full ninja on Santa’s ass, Amy quickly chooses to plaster on a bright and shiny grin. “So glad you’ve made it back from the North Pole, Santa. We’ve got lots of excited children just bursting to see you!”

“Yeah, whatever.” Akemi leans in, an unwelcome mixture of tobacco and sweat washing over Amy, and it’s all she can do to not recoil in disgust as he lowers his voice. “I’m only interested in one thing, lady, and once I got it I’m outta here. But don’t you worry, there’ll be plenty of room on my sleigh for you.”

“Ok. I don’t give a damn about any Christmas magic, Ames. If he tries to make you kiss him under that mistletoe, I swear to god I will punch Santa right in the face.”

“Cool it, Peralta.” Terry’s clenching jaw is almost audible in his response, and Amy takes a slow and calming breath, safe in the knowledge that her squad most definitely has her back.

“Right. Yep. Cool it. Cool cool cooling it.” Each member of the team watches from their position as Santa saunters over to his seat, throwing several finger guns to waiting mothers as he goes; and Jake lets out a snort of disgust. “So … has everyone gotten their Secret Santa present organised yet? Rosa, you need some shopping tips?”

“No. Secret Santa is bullshit.”

“It’s a fun holiday tradition that you are definitely participating in and if you picked my name I’d really love a voucher for that sneaker store on 28th.”

“I don’t have you, Peralta.”

“Yep. No problemo. Just saying. In case you do.”

To her right, Amy notices Terry’s unmissable frame break through the crowd. “Heads up, guys. Looks like Santa’s buddy has found his way into the queue.” With his wooly beanie and scores of shopping bags clutched in his hands, their sergeant blended in relatively easily as just another father doing some last minute panic shopping; but they all knew one flex of his oversized muscles would break that facade fairly easily.

A silence falls over the comms as they watch Santa breeze through child after child, giving them barely any attention as his target draws closer; and slowly both Jake and Rosa close the gap from the other sides.

Pulling out a poorly wrapped parcel and handing the gift to Akemi, the unshaven man at the front of the queue feigns surprise when Santa reaches into the sack next to his throne, handing the supposed stranger an oversized bag of ‘candy canes’.

“There’s the exchange. Boyle, can you confirm you got the footage?”

“With a beautiful slow zoom that really captures the thrum of festive anticipation hovering amongst the crowd, sarge.”

Cringing slightly, Jake shakes his head at Charles’ description as his eyes follow the bag of candy canes, their new recipient now walking at a steady pace towards the exit. “We’re going to lose this guy if we don’t move now.”

“Go, Peralta. Diaz, you run backup. Amy and I will take care of Santa.”

With a grin, Jake breaks into a fast walk, already focused in his pursuit. “Alright, taking down a bad Santa in a public environment. Now it feels like Christmas!”

“We’re going to wait until Akemi has left the village, Peralta. You know, try not to break a bunch of children’s hearts?”

“You do you, Terry!”

There are still remnants of festive glitter in Amy’s hair as she and Jake walk up the stairs of their apartment building several hours later, both of them slightly weary from the hours of paperwork and debriefing that took place after Santa’s Village.

“Boy, bet thats the last time you come to the precinct and pick me up on your night off, huh Ames?” The apology is obvious in Jake’s tone, and Amy glances over her shoulder to give him a reassuring smile. Even if it hadn’t been in her original plan, she still got to spend the night hanging with her husband (although in a slightly different capacity than originally planned), and she was choosing to count that as a win. (A small win, but a win all the same.)

“Yeah, maybe.”

“I’m really sorry you got pulled into all of that, babe. I just didn’t see your message in time, or I would have … hey, Ames?” The touch of his hand against her forearm is gentle, pulling her in with the quiet strength she knows her husband to possess, and Amy turns towards Jake without hesitation. His eyes search her face, immediately seeing through her concealed defeat, and he really is the only one for her. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I just …” she feels a blush rush over her cheeks again, suddenly feeling ridiculous as she thinks of how to divulge her secret plan. The underwire from the damn bra digs into her skin again as she squirms, and if tonight has taught Amy anything, it’s why lingerie like this is only designed to stay on until your partner rips it off seconds after reveal.

“Babe?”

“It just feels like forever since we’ve had a night at home, just the two of us.” Jake’s brows knit, and Amy leans in to rest both hands against her husbands chest. “And I know that work has been crazy lately, and that it’ll eventually calm down again, I just … I’d sorta planned on tonight going differently once you were home.”

“Oh god, and instead you ended up in a glittery elf costume with a creep leering at you.” Left hand slapping against his face in shame, Jake shakes his head in obvious frustration.

“I mean, we can mainly blame my FOMOW for that, babe. It doesn’t matter, really. If I hadn’t been there, you might have gotten home even later so when you think about it, it’s way better we - mmfph -” the rest of Amy’s argument stops in it’s tracks as Jake pulls her in for a kiss, the gentle but insistent press of his lips against hers casting any other thoughts far to the side.

The familiar touch of his hands as they roam against the outline of her butt causes Amy to melt entirely in Jake’s arms, resting her arms against his steady shoulders as her fingers slide into his hair. This - these tiny moments where the world seemed to fade away and all she could feel was Jake - was what she’d been craving for weeks.

Jake sighs against her lips, letting her tongue slip into his mouth as he shuffles ever so closer to her, and maybe he’d been missing this just as much as she.

“So,” Jake whispers as he pulls away from the kiss, leaning in to brush his lips against Amy’s once more. “Time to get this night back in track.” Another kiss. “What kind of plans did you make for us, Santiago?”

“Lets just say … the lingerie I’ve got on under here is going to blow your mind, Peralta.”

“Going to blow your mind, title of our sex tape.”

Amy nods, biting her lower lip as she steps out of Jake’s embrace, gesturing towards their apartment. “But it’s also really uncomfortable. C’mon, let's get inside before it ends up in the dumpster.”

Jake’s footsteps echo behind Amy’s, hands landing on her hips as she digs for the keys. “I’m declaring it now, Ames. Tomorrow night we’re both leaving early and staying in for movie night at home. Phones off, popcorn, everything for the full movie experience. We can watch Die Hard and Love Actually and Nightmare before Christmas …”

Amy’s nose crinkles at the last movie, unlocking their front door and tugging her husband through as it swings open. “Didn’t we watch that last one for Halloween?”

“I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween!”

“Jake …”

“Christmas is literally in the title, babe!”

Pulling him closer, Amy takes a leaf out of her husband’s handbook, silencing him with a definitely not PG rated kiss now that the risk of being discovered by a neighbour had slimmed to none.

Jake’s arms wrap around her middle in response, holding Amy close as her fingers begin to trace the edge of his buttons, and she lets out a sigh of satisfaction that finally her initial plan was coming to fruition.

Next time, though, she might add a sub-section into the binder about potential diversions, and how to avoid them (not join them) - FOMOW be damned. This stuff was way more fun.

#my writing #very delayed #peraltiago Christmas #pre-mac #sorry anon #undercover peraltiago taking down bad guys #b99 fic #b99 fanfic #peraltiago fic #peraltiago fluff #jake x amy fic #not tagging the prompts as its too long ago

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Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (#140-131)

#140: Lordi -- Hard Rock Hallelujah (Finland 2006)

“You will see the jokers soon'll be the new kings!” I'm semi-convinced that if I heard this song when I was a child, I would've been so scared I would just hide (I also panicked at the cover of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, though that maybe because I didn't want to read such a long book). Watching it for the first time in 2020, I didn't mind it, though the monsters still puts me off. As much as I like to jam to this one, I can’t see myself listening to it over and over again. That said, one can’t take away from the sheer catharsis of this song, from the opening notes to how Lordi gleefully announces their arrival and thunders down Athens with the arockalypse. Whether it’s the first hard rock winner or the last schlager one, Lordi came, saw, and grabbed a first win for Finland after so many attempts, and made rock more popular in Eurovision for a few years. i You can’t resist yourself from headbanging to this one! Personal ranking: 3rd/37 Actual ranking: 1st/24 GF in Athens

#139: Natasha St-Pier -- Je n'ai que mon âme (France 2001)

“Mais je n'ai que mon âme pour te parler de moi, Oh, juste mon âme, mon âme et ma voix,” “But I only have my soul to talk to you about me. Oh, just my soul, my soul and my voice.” By the turn of the millenium, France switched back to contemporary ballads to represent them. While 1999 and 2000's entries didn't do well, their next two would be really strong songs amongst the weakest years ever, and that's why I appreciate France so much in the contest. Initially, I didn’t get it, because it sounded a bit derivative (not unlike what Celine Dion would sing). However, one thing which won me over was with the intro, which provided the base of a really great build. A soft intro leading to a lush instrumental, it shone above the crowd, and it turned from being "derivative" to being "gentle and sincere. Natasha delivers this with equal parts softness and grace, though the English parts did feel a bit out of place in the end. That might have cost it a (deserved) place on the podium, and France would have wait twenty more years for the next medal-placing. Personal ranking: 2nd/23 Actual ranking: 4th/23 in Copenhagen

#138: Lena -- Satellite (Germany 2010)

“I even painted my toenails for you I did it just the other day!"

Whenever you check the comments of any video on this song, you will note a bunch of angry Turkish people who insist MaNga should’ve won 2010. While I really love their song (and will end up later on the list), Satellite was a worthy winner. Along with its commercial success, Satellite is adorable because it is uptempo, sweet, and infectious. Lena acts like she’s having fun on stage and doesn’t even try to pretend. Her accent, which emerged as a result of her English teacher, adds to the charm and her overall innocence. It’s cute, which can turn off some people, but not me--I really embrace it. Also, Arilena Ara made a cover last year for Eurovision Home Concerts, which you should check out! It keeps the poppy vibe, but adds a funky edge to it. Personal ranking: 4th/39 Actual ranking: 1st/25 GF in Oslo

#137: Lazy Bums -- Shir Habatlanim (Israel 1987)

“עושה לי כוס קפה ומדליק לי הסיגריה יוצא אל המרפסת לפצח גרעינים הציפורים יורדות העציצים של המרפסת ומפזמות איתי את שיר הבטלנים” “I make myself a cup of coffee and light a cigarette I go out to the balcony to crack open some seeds The birds come down to the plants of the balcony And sing with me the bums’ song” The Culture Minister threatened to resign when Shir Habatlanim was chosen for the Israeli entry in 1987, but it adds to the charming element to this performance. After a decade in which the Israeli entries pranced around, this was something different, and the two actors really take on the role. The lyrics were a bit silly, but relatable with the bums not seeing the sun because of the buildings and doing random tasks while hanging out with the birds. The Lazy Song before the Lazy Song, I'm starting to think this is the "reality" on playing hooky, whereas "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" is the "expectations" part (and they are really high in the movie). The Blues Brothers-inspired performance ("We're coming to ya--"), combined with Kobi Oshrat's orchestration, makes this otherwise troll song into a comedic masterpiece. It's three minutes of fun and endearment, and I can't help but smile. Personal ranking: 4th/22 Actual ranking: 8th/22 in Brussels

#136: Antique -- (I Would) Die for You (Greece 2001)

"Κάθησα και σκέφτηκα Κι είδα ότι μ’ αγαπάς Μόνο εσύ, μόνο εσύ" "I sat down and thought Realised that you love me Only you, only you" Greece's first top-three placing in Eurovision is thanks to Helena Paparizou and guy whose name we do not know Nikos Panagiotidis, both who were based in Sweden at the time. They were well known for combining Greek instruments and dance beat; Opa Opa (written by Giorgios Alkaios, see #207 for his entry) is a really good example of this! (Thanks again, Nikos Terzis for composing this too) From the opening bouzouki, Die for You establishes a sense of cool; the pop production following it adds a sense of modernity that the 2001 class lacked for the most part. And compared to Je n'ai que mon ame (#139), the switch from Greek to English is absolutely natural. It feels like being in an exclusive club, filled with dim lighting and a very spacy ambience of it all--though the orange in Parken works as well. And despite being nineteen, Helena oozes cool in all the ways. From her sleek hair to her jumpsuit to how she moves, she makes the song her own, for what it's worth. I frequently find myself copying her handography, though sometimes my desk lamp blocks my left hand, making it feel a bit clumsy. Though I don't say this often, either Antique or Natasha should've won in 2001. Personal ranking: 1st/23 Actual ranking: 3rd/23 in Copenhagen Final impressions on 2001: DR tried to go big with 35,000, but everyone went to drink, and it felt like one hundred. The songs at hand tried hard to be cool, though in some places, we were better off in school. On their own, the strings in our hearts remain broke, though when the trophy did, our minds awoke. Despite the ambitions, the contest would make people leave the room. Thankfully, it was better than that of 2002! :) (On another note, of all the years Italy didn't participate in the contest, 1999 and 2001 were the most irritating. Here, Elisa's Luce (tramonti a nord-est) won Sanremo, and it's a surrealistically beautiful indie song with cool lyrics (especially it was originally written in English, and had to be changed to Italian for the contest). Had they competed, I could see a top-five finish for them, and I could see this as an all-time favorite for me.)

#135: Katerine Duska -- Better Love (Greece 2019)

“Won’t you lean on me You can lean on me Let them look, don’t know, don’t care Go deep with me...” She's not Amy Winehouse, she's Katerine Duska! I had a love/hate relationship with this song during the 2019 season. On the one hand, it’s a really good song, with a lush production and sultry vocals from Katerine Duska. The lyrics, while simple, deals with the theme of love in an interesting way--no matter who you are, you deserve a love that suits you.

On the other hand, considering my grudge towards the 2018 contest, I was worried that this may do well and restart the Greek golden age. That feeling amplified when the rehearsals started, when Katerine and co. had this faerie queene aesthetic. It looked absolutely beautiful, with flowers and fantasy and whimsy. And most important, swords (the MV had sabres whereas the live performance had epees.)!

Of course it qualified, but it collapsed in the final and placed 21st in the end. Some people attributed to how "messy" the staging was, along with Katerine's vocals. In hindsight, I could see it with the former, but the latter remained firm, and she aced that high note.

But it was a good change for Greece, showing that they can do indie music as well as pop and ethno. And Katerine's non-Eurovision songs are fantastic; especially check out Autumn Again and Athenian Skies! Personal ranking: 4th/41 Actual ranking: 21st/26 GF in Tel Aviv

#134: Netta -- Toy (Israel 2018)

“Wonder Woman don’t you ever forget You’re divine and he’s about to regret...”

This has been a total phenomenon ever since its release. However, it’s also quite polarizing, with some people really bopping to this one whether it's on the radio or Tik-tok, and others getting repulsed by the chicken noises or the strong message it provided.

For me, it's Toy's "in-your-face' nature which makes it really special. From the first listen, there's the element of surprise with Netta's looping (the MV intro on Spotify >>> regular studio intro). It then builds until Netta announces herself as a "beautiful creature" and that she wasn't going to be bullied by others. While the songwriters definitely used the "Me Too" movement as a vehicle for the song, it's Netta's influence, along with the Mizrahi instrumentation in the chorus, which packs a punch. Without those chicken noises, Toy would fall flat.

The staging had to be worked on several times, but the final result captured the song's kookiness in every way. From the fake looper to the backing dancer's choreography, the following three minutes is an explosion of fun (though some of the energy died on stage on first viewing).

In short, Netta deserved to win, and those who suggest otherwise is just mean.

Personal ranking: 5th/43 Actual ranking: 1st/26 GF in Lisbon

#133: Mariza Koch -- Panagia Mou, Panagia Mou (Greece 1976)

“Κι αν δείτε ερείπια γκρεμισμένα, όι-όι μάνα μ', Δεν θα 'ναι απ' άλλες, απ' άλλες εποχές, Από ναπάλμ θα 'ναι καμένα, όι-όι μάνα μ'…"

“And if you see shattered ruins, oh oh my Mother, It's not from other, from other eras It is burnt by napalm, oh oh my Mother...”

In their second appearance at the Eurovision Song Contest, Greece sends this politically-charged song to criticize the invasion of Cyprus two years before. The Greek military junta at the time wanted to unite the island with mainland Greece, which led to a coup. As a result, the Turkish government invaded Cyprus, and declared the non-recognized Republic of Northern Cyprus. This status remains to this day, which has hindered Turkey's admission to the European Union.

(Interestingly enough, Turkey broadcast this contest despite not participating, and censored the Greek song to replace it with a patriotic song. Haha)

Dark context aside, it ties into the folk tradition during that time, but adds a Greek touch to it with the bouzouki. Combined with thoughtful yet tragic lyrics, it stands out as a darker yet deeper tone from the 1976 contest. Mariza also conveys this with her clear, yet harsh vocals pinpoint the horrors of what was going on. Also, the orchestration adds to the grandeur of this with its lush strings.

Personal ranking: 3rd/18 Actual ranking: 11th/18 in Den Haag

#132: Chocolate, Menta, Mastik -- Emor Shalom (Israel 1976)

בוא, בוא, בוא עוד היום”, אני עוד כאן אז בוא אמור שלום, אמור שלום

“Come, come, come today, I'm still here so come say hello Say hello..”

From one heavily politically charged song to a slightly less so, haha! Emor Shalom is s very playful and cute song, the three girls charm their potential lover (or diplomatic) with their voices and dance moves.

The hidden political context comes from "shalom"--is it hello, or is it peace? When the song was performed, Israel had been independent for thirty years, but their geopolitical relationships were not good with their neighbors. So the three girls, who sung for the military, were not only hoping for a lover, but also for peace.

The song itself incorporates some elements disco with trumpets, which got me into it in the first place. I'm not entirely sure about how the latter works--they are fine, but it does feel a bit cartoonish. While the lyrics are a bit simple, they still add to it.

Personal ranking: 2nd/18 Actual ranking: 6th/18 in Den Haag

#131: Sonja Lumme -- Eläköön elämä (Finland 1985)

“Kaupungissa on yö, puistoon kanssasi jäin Sä seisot edessäin täynnä toivoa” “It’s night in the city, I stayed in the park with you You’re standing in front me full of hope” Top ten anime opening themes, part two!

From the intro until the end, I love how Eläköön elämä progresses. It not only has a sound which matches with music trends (along with those mullets, but it's the 1980s so we can move on about this...), but also has a joie-de-vivre in terms of the lyrics. I've heard about it being connected to the Cold War; considering it was before glasnost, I'd imagine one of the themes here was to enjoy every moment before the world ends.

Ossi Runne's orchestration mixes the punchy pop-rock with some really good strings and brass. An awesome instrumentation and hopeful lyrics, when put together, you’ve got one of Finland’s best ever entries.

Personal ranking: 1st/19 Actual ranking: 9th/19 in Gothenburg

Final impressions on 1985: While Sweden first hosted in 1975, the production ten years later shows their capabilities in putting on a good show. From the graphics to the stage to Lilli's hosting, it's a totally fun experience. The songs were a bit weaker than it, though there were enough gems to keep the mood buzzing. Plus, there were several good orchestral moments there (especially #193) which made it all the better!

#esc top 250 #esc 250 #eurovision song contest #esc finland #esc france #esc germany #esc israel #esc greece #vintage eurovision #three minutes to eternity

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Sonic is gone on a mission for a lot of years that when he comes back, everyone is now adults. He tries to reconnect with everyone and it's mostly the same except with Amy because of how much her attitude has matured. Because of this, he finds its easy to hang out with her and easily finds himself falling for her but since he was gone for so many years, Amy is no longer pursuing him and now just sees him as an old friend, so Sonic does his best to reignite the old flame in her.

(Preview image is used with permission from the amazing Sonic Artist @masked-bixch! Please support her and her amazing talents! x

I’ve done quite a few of these before, but I’m always down for Older Sonamy~

Prompt:

“It really was a whirlwind,” Sonic’s now lanky arms and legs draped over the tree’s branches, closing his eyes after looping an arm around it and jumping up. He was much older now, his quills were so long that they arched from his head and drooped down towards the ground.

He placed his arm behind his head, a cushion of sorts, looking up at the stars.

“But enough about me, Tails. How are all of you doing?” He smiled as he looked over to Tails, who happily obliged to the question.

“Well, Knuckles finally took my advice and used technology to protect the island more. He even convinced G.U.N to make it a sanctuary. It’s heavily guarded now and Knuckles even has a small living making it a tourist site.”

Sonic’s eyebrows raised, amazed to hear so much had changed.

“And the others?”

“Cream is happily married. Vanilla loves her new grandchildren.”

“Grandchildren?”

“Yeah. I mean… they’re bunnies, Sonic.” Tails kinda gave him a funny look and Sonic just scratched his nose, embarrassed.

Tails poked some figurative fun at him before sighing, “And me? Well…” He looked up at the sky. “I’m getting married too.”

“What!?” Sonic bolted upward, turning to him before seeming to sulk back to being unexpressive again. “…You really have all changed…”

“Not really. Not in here.” Tails pointed to his heart, looking up at Sonic. But then his smile changed to concern, worrying his friend hadn’t changed, and what the future held for him. “You know… it’s rather peaceful these few years… We’ve been defeating our home pretty well. What… What do you think you’ll do?”

Sonic remained silent, looking down at the waters below him, a stream babbling over Tails’s matured voice.

He closed his eyes, “Don’t know.”

Tails once again seemed worried, “…Sonic…”

“Everyone’s moved on. I know.” Sonic sighed and hopped down from the tree. “But there’s still someone you haven’t told me about.” He dusted off his back from the tree’s bark and twigs.

“Huh? Who’s that?” Tails tilted his head.

“Heh,” Sonic chuckled, never figuring he’d be asking something like this about… her.

“Ever since I chose to leave on that mission… Amy said she’d never forgive me.” He looked to Tails now, carefully hiding with a sturdy mask his real intention in asking this. “Where is she now?”

Tails held his breath a second, his tails wavering in their usual bending behind him and situated themselves low to the ground.

“Amy’s…” Tails’s hesitance was clearly not for Amy’s benefit… and Sonic picked up on that.

The hurt was apparent in Sonic’s eyes, thinking the worst, as the shine of the water’s moonlight hit and sparked a deeper emotion that Sonic usually never revealed upon his face.

He still didn’t.

He turned around and folded his arms, “Figures. I guess that’s how it goes though, huh?” He took a deep breath, turning his head slightly to address Tails over his shoulder, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“No guy.” Tails walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, a light smile, “There never was.”

Sonic’s surprise was covered by the darkness of the night.

He lowered his head and smiled, “Really..?”

Tails nodded, “But I wouldn’t let that glimmer of hope sink in too deep, Sonic. She’s changed. She’s not the little girl you used to know. She’s really grown up quite a bit.” he emphasized that change, but Sonic seemed to let it pass through one ear and out the other.

In a greater spirit, Sonic strutted away, waving back to Tails. “Thanks, buddy.” He barely heard him, only thinking about how much fun it would be to surprise her by showing up again. Maybe a playful tease here and there. At least that wouldn’t change.

“Sonic! I’m serious! She’s-!” Tails finally quit. He gave up trying to shout out when Sonic took off, “He’s gonna get himself hurt… And there’s nothing I can do about it.” he sighed, flying off into the night to return to his now luxury cruiser plane, massive and expensive.

Time went by and Sonic did end up meeting Amy, however, Tails was absolutely right. She had a fine job, a great set of new friends, and was living a very independent life.

A bit too independent for Sonic’s liking…

It was like she was just polite and sweet to him, but nothing more. She would joke about the old days, and her humor bothered Sonic when she used self-depreciative jokes about how she used to act around him.

“It wasn’t that bad…”

“Haha! You were my whole world! How was that not bad?”

She wore heels and long draping dresses. Her hair was slightly up and styled. She was a high-class lady. Purses and accessories, a real uptown girl.

It made Sonic uncomfortable.

However, though that was the case, it was suddenly easy to talk with Amy and get the real scoop on everyone and how their lives had changed. Amy held no secrets, and she told Sonic everything about Eggman and the gang. The battles they had to fight while he was gone. The great successes…

“It was hard at first,” Amy admitted, nodding to the beat of a song she was listening to over the speakers of the carnival they had stopped by. “We all realized we depended on you so much… We had to really fight and push past all our insecurities. We learned to rely on each other instead of just you. That was a huge turning point for me too… It wasn’t one man who could save the world, it was all of us.” She took a bite out of her ice cream and Sonic just held the cone in front of him, looking deep in thought at the ground as he heard how much his friends suffered without him, but also picked themselves up and overcame everything after him.

“Guess I didn’t realize how much I was limiting you all.” It was a spitfire comment and Sonic’s hot-tempered ego was shown just a bit. He took a bite of the ice cream and flinched at a brain freeze.

“Ohhh, don’t be so gloomy!” Amy patted his back, having him cough and swallow the pain back as he turned back to her, pouting. “You’re so much like your old self. I can’t lie, I was hoping you’d change a little bit…” She took another lick of her ice cream, “Emm~ So yummy~”

He just watched her… She had grown so much, but she was still as kind and trusting as ever.

“…Would it be so bad?” He suddenly said, jumping down the raised parking lot where they were sitting and looking over the carnival. “If everyone started trusting me again?”

Amy paused and lowered her ice cream. “…We did miss you, Sonic… but… Heroes are everywhere now. It’s not as rare as when you were with us.”

He felt his fist tighten.

“So… No looking up to me like I’m the greatest thing in the world?” He faked a smile to her, trying to keep everything light.

She noticed this time, something he wasn’t used too. “Sonic…” She jumped down and walked up to him, placing a hand on his cheek. “You’ll always be the famous Sonic The Hedgehog. History will count you as the fastest hedgehog in the world… The one who lead the revolution towards heroes saving the world. But that doesn’t have to be all you are.”

He had never felt her touch like this before. It startled him. His heartbeat… what was wrong with it? His hands flexed like a twitch at how calming and comforting the sensation was. It was like he wanted to come closer to it, and that spooked him.

She smiled a sorrowful look, which also upset him.

She removed her hand and placed it back by her ice cream. “You know… I think love is kinda awesome. It probably…” She began to turn away from him, and he felt the urge to reach out and grab the twisting end of her dress, just to hold her there… a little bit… longer…

“Only happens once… and never comes around again.”

If eyes are the windows of the soul, then words were the breeze and sunlight that escaped into the room within.

Sonic’s eyes were deeply plagued with having seen the room, knowing it was beautiful and lavishing in wonderful, homely comfort. And yet, he also noticed he didn’t hold the key to that home anymore…

“Only comes once?” He tried to act as though he didn’t understand, faking a false comprehension.

“…That’s not what I meant.” Amy took the bait but didn’t turn around. She took another small bite of her ice cream. “I should go, it’s been fun to catch up. But I do have work tomorrow…”

“…Tomorrow…” Sonic looked down. What would await him tomorrow?

Everyone had moved on and was living their lives… No one had time for a has-been.

“…Will you be okay, Sonic? Finding a place in this world… who has itself covered?” She finally did look back at him but was jolted back at how serious his expression had turned.

“S…Sonic?”

He narrowed his eyes to the ground, then looked up at her. “So… The world doesn’t need me anymore… Heroes are abundant… and I’m just a name drifting on the wind?”

She shook her head, immediately regretting her words. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! Sonic! You’re still so important!” she came forward but that desire for someone had slipped out of Sonic.

He stepped back and turned his head away. “Alright… so the world doesn’t need me.” He closed his eyes, shutting her out. “But then…”

“…Do you?”

Amy’s eyes flinched back, her heart felt like a string had been pricked and dust sprayed off of it. She hadn’t felt this melody in a long time… She had forgotten so much about it.

“Sonic…” her eyes watered. “I… I have to go!” she wouldn’t cry in front of him. She had hardened herself too much for that. She bolted at lightning speeds, the ice cream dropped and abandoned in her rush to escape the past she loathed so much.

But… did she really hate that time? When she was so lovestruck and ditzy? Not a care in the world?

He bent down with a much tender look towards the fallen ice cream.

He let his own fall next to it and walked towards the side of the edge.

He scaled the rooftops and darted around the world that had no need of him… but waited. Patiently. For the time that maybe Amy’s world would.

And like usual, he didn’t have to wait long.

A car had almost hit Amy, but something blue and speedy had caught her and brought her to the other side of the street. That was the first occurrence.

Another time, someone stole Amy’s wallet. She summoned her hammer and raced behind him till he turned a corner. When she got there, he was already beaten down and the wallet left with a flower beside it. She had gripped her heart.

This kept happening… over and over again… and as it did, her heart pained to be beside him again… She couldn’t fight it. The loneliness of not being in love… The strain of taking on life without someone beside you.

When she finally did catch him, he had slowed down and turned his head back to her, wondering what she wanted…

The news had talked about a blue bullet, going around and saving people from ordinary inconveniences. But even those reports were so thankful for a guardian angel with blue light that surrounded him, saving them from a rainy day.

“Where do you think you’re going.” she stepped forward, heart pounding as she dropped her bags and charged him. “Without one of my infamous Amy Rose hugs!!!”

He smiled, having waited quite a while to hear that greeting again.

He held her close upon impact. She rubbed her head deeper into his chest and gripped him closer to her. She didn’t want to have a life without him again. It was too much to not be with the man she loved…

And Sonic?

Evil always rises when there’s greater Good to combat it.

But the Good is always better and conquers all its scheming.

Amy and Sonic were a power couple, alright. Villains rose that normal, present heroes didn’t have the skill to handle. But Tails and Knuckles would happily join in the ‘old times-sake’ fun, finding Amy and Sonic and taking them all on once again… as not a couple of snot-nose kids trying to save the world…

But as a family that would save the world, one act of love at a time.

#sonamy #older sonamy #sonamy prompt #cutegirlmayra #sonicxamy #sonic prompt

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Ardent ~ Chp. 2

- Warnings: all translations are from google translate, so we’ll see if they’re correct. The italicized words in quotations are the translated version in English. Italicized paragraphs in a series are past scenes or dreams, just to specify in case.

- I hope you like it, it took me months to actually finish it and like it somewhat.

Steve stood under the pavilion on the front of the Ebbets Field stadium, glancing through the growing crowd for his friends. Louise is the first to show, wearing a white buttoned shirt tucked into an a-line red floral skirt, her eyes catching his back as she approaches from behind him.

“Boo!” She shouts, shocking Steve and scaring a few men and women passing her.

“Really, Lou?” Steve asks, glancing up to her with a scoff and shook his head.

“What’s wrong, Steven? You’re usually laughing about my feeble attempts to scare you and Bucky.” Louise points out, letting her smile fall slightly at Steve’s frustrated demeanor.

“I got rejected again.” Steve responds after a minute of their silence, the crowd bustling into the stadium for another Dodgers game.

“Steve, I know you want this, but you need to be careful. One day they’re going to catch on, and then we’ll not be able to do anything.” She cautions, and Steve shakes his head.

“If you were brave enough or just able to tell him you’re in love with him; and have been since you were children, would you try no matter the rejection? No matter the pain?” Steve retorts and Louise takes a step back, feeling defensive of his accusation, rather his meticulous knowledge of her feelings. Both keep quiet as they think over each other's words, not noticing Bucky standing across from them, just catching Steve’s last words.

“You’re in love with someone?” Bucky says, his tone meaning in a joking matter, covering his rising jealousy, envy. Louise glances to Bucky, freezing like a deer in headlights, peeking to Steve to help.

“I was just teasing Louise about a man who flirted with her before you arrived.” Steve tumbles out, scratching the back of his head, taking Bucky’s attention. Louise breathes out quietly, giving Steve a nod of approval before speaking.

“I was telling Steve he needs to be careful on choosing a seat. Telling him about being able to see and some crazy fan shouting next to us.” Louise adds on to Steve’s blatant lie, hoping Bucky at least believed her.

“Well, what are we waiting for then? I’m here, and now so is the fun. So let’s get inside and enjoy the game.” Bucky speaks up with a chuckle, wrapping his arm around Louise’s shoulder and Steve’s to lead them into the stadium. Bucky himself has a feeling of doubt to their words, but rejoicing somewhat in Louise's single status.

Louise stands in a small fresh market, her left hand holding a wooden basket slightly filled with some fruits and a few vegetables. Her right hand softly grabs a peony, already knowing what it was by the look.

“Here you go.” A voice says behind her, her head turns to see Bucky standing in a brown army recruit suit with a matching hat over his short dark hair. She glances over it, her chest aching slightly as she turns to face him. Bucky dropped some change to pay for the flower, and he held his arm out for her to grab. She looped her basket with her left arm, holding the flower in it as she looped her right one with his left.

“I-” “My grandmother grew this exact flower in her garden for decades, saying it reminded her of a special flower she saw in France. She called them Rosa ‘Princesse Louise’. Told my Father they were named after a princess she didn’t even know about.” Louise rambled, as Bucky led them through the market slowly, listening as he understood what she was doing. He slows to a stop, pulling her to face him.

“Is that how you got your name?” He plays along, giving her a look of knowing as she glanced down.

“Sort of. My mother’s Italian so she wanted a strong name, as she knew somehow I would be strong before I was born. My father proposed the name, and she agreed after months of finally figuring out a little meaning behind the name. It supposedly means ``renowned warrior.” She finishes, keeping her head down as she smelt the rose, his hand tilting her face up.

“It’s fitting.” He responds, pulling away as she stares at him.

“When are you leaving?” She asks after a minute of silence between them and the bustling crowd around them.

“First thing in the morning.” He says quietly, her eyes closing at the thought.

“I’m with the 107th, Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England tomorrow.” Louise glanced up to his eyes after a second, her glasses hiding the slight glossiness in her eyes. She gives him a nod and tries to leave, Bucky grabbing her arm softly to turn her back.

“You could alway write. You’ve always had good penmanship.” Bucky tries, having a sick feeling towards her reaction.

“Why, you’ll always have plenty of girls writing to you?” She jokes, trying to keep herself from being sad and letting him notice. He chuckles in relief, unknowingly breezing over her feelings.

“Well, will you come with me tonight before I leave?” He asks, holding out his other hand after letting her go.

“Where?” She chirps back, trying to stay positive.

“The World Exposition, the Future.” Bucky speaks out, and she sighs, knowing the basic outcome of tonight.

“Of course, James.” She responds, making him frown slightly as she moves to leave.

“I’ll meet you there.” She adds quickly, stepping away from him as many people tried to walk by. Bucky tries to follow, many people surrounding him as he sees Louise slither by, and disappear.

Louise softly applied a red lip colour with a small bush, finishing it smoothly and washed the brush quickly. She stood in a red cocktail tea dress, the red complimenting her skin tone. She softly laid her glasses on her face, checking her soft makeup she applied. She checked her small blacked heel shoes, and held her black clasp in her hand. She exited her room, and stepped down her stairs and into the bakery. Her mother glanced at her, smiling sadly as she knew what she had done earlier that afternoon.

“Sei bellissima, Luisa.” (You are beautiful, Luisa.)

“Non so se dovrei andare, mamma.” (I don’t know if I should go, mom.) Louise spoke in italian, her nerves fluctuating as she mentally debated her feelings.

“Vai Luisa. Mi rifiuto di lasciarti qui, sguazzando, mentre l'uomo che ami sta lasciando. Vai, il mio fiore.” (Go, Luisa. I refuse to let you stay here, wallowing, while the man you love is leaving. Go, my flower.) Her mother responds, making Louise calm slightly as she regains her confidence.

“I will, mamma.” Louise smiles as she exits, waving down a cab to go to the Exposition. Her mother watches as she disappears and her last employee leaves, making her return into her bakery and close it for the night.

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The Blanket

Hey, @amydancepants-peralta, I am your @b99fandomevents fix exchange writer! I really hope you enjoy this!! Thank you for giving me the idea <3

Summary: As Jake and Amy's relationship becomes more stable, they start to learn each other's annoying quirks and wonderful traits- which is just what Jake wanted to do this weekend. (Set just before s3's episode the cruise, where Jake and Amy admit that they love each other.) (word count: 2,074)

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New York was never the hottest place on earth. It was a fact that Jake had to deal with, arming himself with expensive blankets (Too expensive, definitely not warm enough to keep a penguin warm in the Antarctic, as the commercial that got Jake to call in had promised) and warm PJs against the chill that started in September, fighting against the feeling of waking up in the morning with that gross half-cold that could last the entire day.

Sighing as he got out of the elevator, Jake could feel the AC heating up his nostrils, his hands, until he felt warm enough to take his coat off, draping it over his forearm.

His shoes made a squelching sound as he walked past Captain Holt, greeting him with that "Mornin' Cap'n" that would've granted him a lesson on how to say the word 'Captain' in the past, but now it was just ignored- Jake saw that as a definite victory.

"Peralta, why are your shoes making that sound?" Holt asked, his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw set as if he were angry, but after three years of being under Holt's command, Jake knew that that's just how his face was usually set, making it super hard to understand if the Captain was actually mad, sad, or glad.

"Got out of my car and into a puddle, Sir. Just, straight in," He said, trying to sharpen the image of the incident with a motion of his hand, going downwards.

"Take your shoes off and put them outside," He commanded, an edge of annoyance in his voice that usually colored his speech when he spoke to Jake for more than a minute.

"With all due respect Sir, taking my shoes off is something we got's to avoid," Jake whispered quickly, piercing his lips as he looked at his Captain, wide eyed and waiting for his answer.

Holt huffed through his nose (disastrously dramatic) uncrossing his arms and putting one hand in his pocket. "Dry them off in the bathroom. I highly suggest you leave a change of clothes in the precinct with your track record."

Jake obviously knew what the Captain was talking about- Terry's Yoghurt incident, Charles' steaming pot of whatever-gross-thing-he-was-making, that one time he missed a d-hole (He blamed it on the fact that the donut hole was powdered. "I didn't account the weight of the powder in my calculations!" to which Amy said "You don't even know how to heat up leftover pizza.")

"Duly noted, Cap'n," But Holt was already walking away from him.

Before he'd go and dry his shoes, Jake decided to start his computer up. Even if he'll be gone for fifteen minutes with his shoes, he was sure he'd come back to the loading screen still halfway done. Amy was already sitting at her desk, working with the hard copy of a case until her own computer was ready to go.

When they wouldn't spend the night together she'd come early, and on the days where they did (nights that were becoming more and more frequent, to Jake's satisfaction) they'd come on time- Well, Amy would come on time, and Jake would come in five minutes later, to make sure Charles won't freak out.

"God, that noise is annoying," Amy said, without looking up from her file. She was smiling though, and soon enough she did look up at him, catching him in the middle of dressing his chair with his coat. He leaned in to press the 'on' button on the computer, before he stood next to Amy's chair, walking in place and grinning down at her while the sound of his shoes seemed to irritate her immensely.

"Ha, ha," She said sarcastically, even though her face seemed pretty entertained. Jake's own face seemed smug, because making Amy want to smile, seeing the edges of her lips forced down because we're at work, Jake, felt like the biggest, most definite victory of them all.

He leaned his hand on Amy's desk and looked around. Charles was in the breakroom, far enough for them to talk without his interruptions.

"I was thinking, maybe, a weekend in? Order take-out and watch something on Netflix?" A weekend in and something to watch was the next big step in a relationship, as Jake saw it. To him, it was the moment a relationship got serious- Fancy dinners, pretty clothes and hooking up was amazing, of course, but he wanted to see the more casual side of Amy. In all of his past relationships, that's what he liked best- the moment it went from dates to hanging out, to a routine life with someone he liked.

"On one condition," She said, leaning closer. "Uh-huh," Jake retaliated, biting his smile. "No Die Hard."

Jake huffed, leaning back and clapping his hands together. "You drive a hard bargain, Ames. Fine, you'll pick the movie." Amy's smile made her whole face scrunch up. Stupidly adorable. "I'll come over at Eight." He smiled as she agreed, before walking off to take care of his shoes, wondering where he could get a different pair.

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At Seven-Fifty Seven, Jake heard the doorbell ring. It was nice to not have to straighten a buttoned-up shirt or check his breath. He opened the door to find Amy in a regular T-shirt and comfortable leggings, making his already wide smile grow wider. "Hey," She said, getting through the door and pecking his lips. "I ordered Chinese, extra Egg Rolls as you wanted. Should be here any minute," Jake sat on the sofa, and Amy immediately sat next to him. "Great, I'm starving. I didn't actually get to eat lunch today, too preoccupied with this case," Jake leaned his head closer, his arm around her shoulders, his attention all on her. "Rosa and I are working on a murder. A woman fell off a fourth-floor window. It seems like no one was in the apartment, but she had fresh bruises around the neck and forearms."

"There was definitely someone in that apartment. Maybe a partner? Got into a fight?" He suggested, and Amy nodded. "That's what we thought- but her husband was out of town. He's heading back to the city right now, we're meeting him tomorrow to go through our list of suspects."

Jake nodded, but tried to shut off his detective-brain. He definitely couldn't. "Any good suspects?" Amy sighed, shaking her head. "No signs of forced entry. If she did get murdered, it was someone she trusted."

Amy kept talking about the case, her hands gesticulating and her eyes shining and eyebrows raising at the ends of her sentences. Even though Jake listened to Amy and knew that what happened to that woman was horrible, he couldn't help but smile. "So there might be a conne- why are you smiling? Don't tell me you solved it," Amy leaned her head to the side and was smiling with him now. Jake shook his head no, "It's nothing. You're just adorable. Do continue," Amy didn't try to hide her smile now, kissing Jake for a moment before she continued all the same, only to be cut off by a knock on the door.

"If it's not the Egg Rolls I'll literally start eating the couch," Jake said, getting up to open the door.

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Three hours of noodles, Sushi and teaching Amy how to use Chopsticks later, she was sleeping next to him, her arm around his stomach, lips parted, cheek squished to his chest. As much as he hated waking her up, Jake knew it was best to do so- sleeping like this will lead to a day of a painful neck. "Ames," Jake whispered, rubbing her arm. She let out a soft 'huh', her eyes still shut. "I can't believe you picked the movie and still fell asleep," Jake teased, and then her eyes looked up at him, so tired and comfortable. "C'mon, I'll give you the good lump." At that, Amy groaned. "You and your lumps," She muttered, getting up with Jake to his bed.

"A change of clothes?" Jake held out a warm shirt. Amy took it and turned away from him, which almost made Jake snort. He stayed silent, changing his own shirt and turning the AC on. The room was filled with the beeps of the AC as Jake flipped through the settings until he got to warm. "Thanks, I get super cold when the weather's like this," Amy said, kissing his cheek and getting into bed.

"Yeah, same. People that put their AC on cold are ruthless," Jake took his place next to her, wrapping himself with the best, warmest blanket he had. Amy was turned away from him, as she liked to sleep facing the edge of the bed. He looped one arm around her stomach as she settled, taking a bit too much of the blanket for Jake's liking- His thigh was peeking under, and when it comes to the cold, every inch of his body needs to be covered to survive the night.

Jake tugged at the blanket, just enough to cover up again, only for Amy to take the blanket- this time, she took even more, and he saw the bunched up fabric of the blanket against her chest. His eyes widened and he inhaled sharply through his nose. "Blanket hog!" Jake whispered in a pointed manner, making Amy turn towards him.

"Your blanket's too narrow for two people!"

"It's not too narrow if you stop hogging it like the hog you are, you hog. This is MY blanket, it was too expensive for me not to use it."

Amy gasped, and with that she took more of the blanket. "No, no," Jake muttered as he pulled at Amy's bunch until they were both hugging the blanket to their chest, half and half, pulling at it until a tear formed in the middle of the blanket. The good news was that it didn't go all the way through, but it was definitely unusable for two people.

Jake gasped, then groaned, throwing his hand in the air. "I'll fix it up somehow tomorrow," He said, getting up and reaching for another blanket. This one was wider, definitely enough for two people (or a single human burrito)

The blanket was thinner than his normal one, but there were no holes in it. With this blanket, Amy could still (annoyingly) bunch the fabric up and Jake would have enough to be fully covered.

In the morning, Jake knew Amy was around even if she wasn't in his bed. He searched the room and figured she was in the living room. Making his way to the kitchen, Jake stopped himself when he went into the living room. Amy was sitting on the couch. Having moved the trash of last night's date, she sprawled the blanket on the coffee table, sewing it methodically.

"Coffee?" Jake asked, and Amy looked up from her work, her hands still on the blanket. "Please. Your machine kept beeping at me and I was scared it'd start splashing steaming water in my eyes." She went back to her sewing, and Jake joined her on the sofa a few minutes later, two cups of coffee in hand. "You really don't have to," Jake looked at her, wondering if she felt guilty and that's why she tried to fix the blanket. "I know. But I want to. It's a good blanket, and I want to keep it alive." Amy shrugged, piercing the fabric once more. "Besides, I could use the practice, not a lot of time stitching between work and dating and, well, everything else."

Jake looked at Amy for a few moments, at how her hands moved swiftly and steadily, before he turned the TV on. "Thank you, it's really nice that you're doing this for me."

Amy turned to him, pecking his lips quickly, then biting her own. "It's the least I can do after you gave me the good lump."

As the morning kept on going and the blanket was finished, the two cuddled under it, finally watching a movie that Amy picked, eating cold take out and ordering some more food.

That weekend, of being together and fighting, making out, talking, laughing and making it all feel so routine in the best way possible made Jake want to stay like that forever, as long as he had Amy with him, he could make do with no one else.

#b99 fall 2019 fic exchange #b99fandomevents #b99 #brooklyn nine ni #fanfiction #b99 fanfiction #peraltiago #peraltiago fic

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Little Red Bow

This fanfic was written for Day 23 of the Choices December Challenge.

Day 23 prompt: Hope

Pairing: Adrian x MC

Song that inspired this fanfic: Puppies are Forever by Sia

Summary: Adrian and Amy celebrate their first Christmas together as a couple, and Amy receives a present that changes her life.

Author’s Note: This fanfic was actually part of a secret collaboration between myself and my fellow Christmas elf, @queerchoicesblog! She gave me the idea as a suggestion for another fanfic, but we decided that we should write this as a tag-team, for she deserved to get the recognition for this amazing idea! ♥️

Tagging: @im-nk-writes @queerchoicesblog @itlivesbeneath @teamtomsato @flyawayboo @melodyofgraves @nobounderiesplease @gavryllo @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @alj4890 @blackcatkita @kamybelen-blog @divergentofhogwarts @littleblossom357 @choicesfannatalie

It had been a couple of months since Adrian’s Tribunal, and the Council continued to find themselves at odds with one another; Jax had been welcomed into the fold by Adrian and Kamilah, though the reception that he received from the Baron was still as frosty as a cold December night. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, New York bloomed with festivity; Christmas lights were strung from the trees, their ashen branches appearing like candy canes in a child’s stocking as rows of red and green curled around the trunk like a glittery ribbon. A soft hum of Christmas song hung in the air like a blanket of fog, polluting it with festive cheer as partygoers hit the streets to celebrate the holiday season with an abundance of festive treats and spirits.

After spending Christmas Day in his Office, Amy accompanied Adrian back to his penthouse, for the pair had decided to spend the evening in the sanctitude of his suite. Since Amy had made her intentions to remain in New York for the holidays clear, Adrian had spared no expense to ensure that her very first Christmas in the city was special; one that she would remember for a long time. As they entered the penthouse, her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, the lights overhead becoming brighter as they edged further into the room. It had been a couple of weeks since Amy and Lily had decorated his suite for the holidays, and the bright hues of green, red and gold continued to grace the walls of the apartment; the tall 7ft pine remained intact, its decorations illuminated by the glow of the fairy lights as they hung on the branches like a winter coat.

‘Have you had a good day?’

Adrian loops his arms around her, drawing her closer to his chest as he nuzzles his head against her neck. He places a gentle kiss on her collarbone, his breath grazing her skin as he rests his head on her shoulder.

She turns to face him, her golden hair cascading down her back as she leans in to his embrace, a warm smile emanating on her face. ‘I always do when I’m with you,’ the tone of her voice lowers to a hushed whisper, ‘unless we’re being attacked by evil vampires or something.’

He chuckles softly, his fingers lacing themselves through her hair, curling it around his fist as he pulls her gently towards him, their bodies resting mere inches apart.

‘Well I’m hoping that is all behind us,’ he captures her lips in a delicate kiss as he smiles against hers. He pulls away reluctantly, his gaze shifting from his lover and onto the Christmas tree, his brow narrowing as a stoic expression graces his face.

A brief silence encompasses the pair before he refocuses his attention on her. She tilts her head, her brows knitted with intrigue as she threads her arm around his, tracing soothing circles on his knuckles as she begins to speak.

‘What do you want to do now?’

He smiles fondly at her, pressing a kiss to her temple before he leads her across the room. ‘The only thing I should be doing at Christmas,’ he leads Amy towards the tree, positioning her so that she is adjacent to his bedroom; ‘giving you an amazing Christmas present.’

A soft sigh escapes her as she strokes his forearm, reaching up to cup his face in her hands, ‘I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything.’

‘I wanted to,’ he edges closer, running his thumb across her bottom lip, ‘you deserve all this and more.’

‘Because that’s not an ominous answer.’

She pauses, placing her hand on his chest, her fingers clasping at the top of his pocket.

‘Then where you hiding it?’ She bites her lip, narrowing her doe-like eyes with curiosity, ‘because I’ve been with you most of the week, Adrian, and I’ve seen nothing!’

‘I kept it safe at Kamilah’s until I knew for certain that you were staying over,’ he curls an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to his side as he twirls her around, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

‘Where is it now?’

‘It’s in the bedroom,’ he rests his forehead against hers before kissing the tip of her nose. He places a hand on the nape of her neck, tilting her head to meet his gaze.

‘Now close your eyes.’

‘Close my eyes?’

‘Just do it.’

He holds her close for a moment, making sure that she cannot see, before disappearing into his room. Amy listens carefully for any movement or shuffling, but her ears betray her. Everything is quiet, though it isn’t long before that silence is broken as she begins to speak, her voice etched with intrigue.

Is it wrapped?’

‘It is in a way.’

‘Then why do I need to close my eyes if it’s wrapped?’

‘All in good time,’ he chuckles to himself as he re-enters the room, his eyes fixated on Amy as he wanders over to rest before her, ‘are you ready?’

‘Adrian?’

He takes her hand in his, guiding it to rest on a small object, nestled in his arm. It is soft and fluffy to the touch and, as she continues to run her hand across its smooth surface, she can’t help but feel like it is moving.

Her lips curl into an excitable smile as she addresses him.

‘Adrian what’s...’

’Open your eyes.’

Her eyes widen as she focuses her attention on the bundle of fluff, nestled safely in his arms, a crimson bow tied loosely around its neck. She edges closer, trying to get a better view, before a pair of small, brown eyes gaze back up at her, watching her carefully. It wriggles in his arms, its golden fur and floppy ears becoming evident as it stirs, resting its head against her hand as it sniffs her palm with curiosity, licking her wrist as she moves towards them.

A puppy.

‘OH MY GOD!’

‘Do you like her?’

‘Adrian I love her!’ Her gaze softens as she runs her hand through her fur, ‘Is she….’

‘She’s all yours,’ he smiles lovingly at her, his eyes drifting between Amy and her new pet. ‘She’s adorable, huh?’

‘That’s one word for it,’ she wraps her arms around Adrian’s, enveloping both of them in a gentle hug, before she focuses on the puppy once more. ‘May I hold her?’

‘Of course.’

He passes the puppy over to her, cradling her arms to steady her as she holds onto their new friend.

‘She’s so cute,’ she ruffles her ears, ‘what’s her name?’

‘I was going to leave that decision up to you,’ he reaches forward, running his hand through her fur before cupping Amy’s cheek, ‘she’s your pet after all.’

An estatic gasp escapes her as she wraps her arms protectively around the puppy, whose head is now nuzzled in the crook of her elbow. ‘I think I’m going to call her Hope,’ she smiles warmly at him, ‘she will be a constant reminder that the future is always bright.’

‘Hope,’ he returns her smile before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss, ‘it’s perfect.’

They remain like that for a while, showering Hope with love and affection, before Amy’s hand catches on a small metallic object, hidden discreetly in the ruffles of the bow.

‘What is this?’

He beams at her, his fingers trailing along her forearm as he speaks. ‘I was hoping you would find that,’ he hesitates slightly, a breath catching in his throat.

‘It’s a key.’

‘I can see it’s a key....but a key to what?’

They lock eyes with one another, a mischievous enveloping his face.

‘A key to your Penthouse?’

‘No,’ he cups her cheeks in his hands, his thumbs trailing soothing circles on her skin as his hands wander down to her shoulders.

‘It’s a key to our Penthouse,’ he pauses slightly to collect his thoughts, before continuing. ‘I haven’t felt this way about anyone for a while and, though we have only been seeing one another for a couple of months I… I wanted to show you how much you mean to me,’ he runs a hand through her hair, ‘I want nothing more than to keep you safe, and if you would do me the honour of staying by my side, then you would make me the happiest man in the world.’

‘You want me to move in with you?’

‘Yes,’ he gazes down at Hope who sits upright in Amy’s arms, her tongue outstretched as she pants in excitement, ‘but only if you are happy with that…’

She purses her lips, a playful smile spreading across her face. She steps closer, her fingertips grazing his jawline, before she draws him towards her, placing a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek.

‘I would be delighted to,’ she murmurs happily against his cheek, pressing another kiss to his lips before continuing, ‘plus I’m not too sure whether my Landlord allows us to have pets.’

‘Oh he doesn’t, I checked shortly before I adopted Hope.’

‘So you adopted her on the off chance that I agreed to move in with you?’

‘Of course not,’ he returns her affection, capturing her lips once more in a tender kiss, ‘I adopted her because I knew you would.’

#choices december challenge #day 23 #prompt #hope #choices fanfic #choices bb #bloodbound #adrian raines #adrian x mc #adrian x amy

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kaleid-tay-scope · 5 years

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New Reputation: Taylor Swift shares intel on TS7, fan theories, and her next era

Snakes begone. The 29-year-old superstar is back with a new album and a new outlook on life. We go inside the pop monarch's latest chapter.

Alex Suskind

May 09, 2019 at 12:00 PM EDT

Peggy Sirota for EW

THE PALM TREES ARRIVED IN FEBRUARY, seven in all, set against a pastel blue backdrop with superimposed stars. It appeared that a new Taylor Swift era was upon us — that the old happy-go-lucky Taylor was not, in fact, dead. Or did it? It was only an Instagram photo, just one more picture in an infinite content scroll. But it also came from a pop star known for prodigious hint-dropping, whose fans turn every piece of info into an online archaeological dig.

As expected, the summery post sent Swifties sifting through each detail with a fine-tooth comb. What did the trees symbolize? An overdue vacation? A recently purchased beach house? A secret palm-frond collection? Or maybe, as many surmised, it was new music. One Twitter user predicted that the number of stars in the background of the photo hinted at a single drop: “There’s about 60/61 [stars]️. There’s 61 days until April 26, FRIDAY, a SINGLE RELEASE day!” Another said it was the unofficial announcement of her next LP: “Okay so in this picture there are 4 palm trees on the left (4 country albums). There are two palm trees on the right (2 pop albums). There is one large palm tree in the middle. This represents her new album.” These may sound like ludicrous conspiracy theories — for the record, they were mostly correct — but they fit firmly within the Taylor Swift Musical Universe (it’s like the Marvel Cinematic Universe but with more guitars and fewer Stan Lee cameos).

“I posted that the day that I finished the seventh album,” says Swift about the photo. “I couldn’t expect [my fans] to know that. I figured they’d figure it out later, but a lot of their theories were actually correct. Those Easter eggs were just trying to establish that tone, which I foreshadowed ages ago in a Spotify vertical video for ‘Delicate’ by painting my nails those [pastel] colors.”

It’s now April, and the 29-year-old pop star is in a Los Angeles photo studio, giving her first sit-down magazine interview in three years. She wants to discuss the art of placing hints inside her work, as well as the upcoming record, which she recorded as soon as she finished the Reputation Tour. She’s also keen on detailing her own obsessions, talking up the TV shows, books, and songs that help shape her outlook on life.

Over the past 13 years, Swift has perfected the pop culture feedback loop: She shares updates about her life and drops hints about new music, which fans then gobble up and re-promote with their own theories, which Swift then re-shares on her Tumblr or incorporates into future clues. It’s like a T-Swift-built Escher staircase of personal memories and moments that tease what’s next. “I’ve trained them to be that way,” she says of her fans’ astute detective work. Swift is a pop culture fanatic herself (see: the jean jacket she’s wearing on the EW cover) and has an innate understanding of the lengths her audience will go to be a part of the original creation. “I love that they like the cryptic hint-dropping. Because as long as they like it, I’ll keep doing it. It’s fun. It feels mischievous and playful.”

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Through this approach, Swift has designed the ultimate artistic scavenger hunt — and it’s easy to get swept up in its drama, even if you don’t listen to her music. Her moments aren’t always hidden, either. Sometimes Swift highlights aspects of her world just so fans feel like they’re on the journey with her. Like the time in March 2018 when pop singer Hayley Kiyoko was accused of shading Swift after mentioning her name during an interview. On Tumblr, Swift re-shared a fan’s post, adding commentary that defended Kiyoko, which immediately dispelled any conflicts between the two artists; Swift’s post subsequently received more than 29,000 notes. Four months later, she invited Kiyoko on stage during the Reputation Tour to sing her hit “Curious.” Kiyoko returned the favor when she had Swift join her that December at a benefit on behalf of the LGBTQ organization the Ally Coalition to perform “Delicate.” Fans of both artists were elated by the mutual support.

The feedback loop also extends outside of music. In October 2018, Swift broke her silence about politics by publicly endorsing two candidates for office in her adopted state of Tennessee, while encouraging her followers to register to vote. She kept up the civic momentum through Election Day when she asked fans to post selfies after voting; Swift then eagerly re-promoted her favorites on Instagram stories.

This practice of sharing and re-sharing and sharing again is why listeners consider Swift one of the world’s most accessible pop stars, someone willing to not only interact with her audience but invite them to secret listening sessions, or make the occasional surprise visit to their wedding or prom. It’s a symbiotic relationship, one that, as Swift tells EW, helped her dig out of the darker era of reputation. “It’s definitely the fans that made that tonal shift in the way I was feeling,” she says. “Songwriters need to communicate, and part of communicating correctly is when you put out a message that is understood the way you meant it. reputation was interesting because I’d never before had an album that wasn’t fully understood until it was seen live. When it first came out everyone thought it was just going to be angry; upon listening to the whole thing they realized it’s actually about love and friendship, and finding out what your priorities are.”

Then, during the Reputation Tour, she had an epiphany: that despite the caricature that she thought had been created of her, there were many people who saw what others had simply refused to. “I would look out into the audience and I’d see these amazing, thoughtful, caring, wonderful, empathetic people,” she says. “So often with our takedown culture, talking s— about a celebrity is basically the same as talking s— about the new iPhone. So when I go and I meet fans, I see that they actually see me as a flesh-and-blood human being. That — as contrived as it may sound — changed [me] completely, assigning humanity to my life.”

At tour’s end, she channeled that positive energy into the studio, recording the new album in just under three months. But the fast pace won’t mean a short LP. Swift confirmed that her seventh record (she hasn’t announced a title yet; the working nickname among fans is TS7) will include more songs than any of her previous releases. “I try not to go into making an album with any expectation,” she says. “I started to write so much that I knew immediately it would probably be bigger.”

The project will also feature a mix of old and new collaborators (on the candy-coated lead single “ME!” Swift brought in Panic! At the Disco frontman Brendon Urie and coproducer Joel Little, both of whom she had never worked with), but she is unsurprisingly coy about doling out much more information, as if doing so would break the carefully honed T-Swiftian feedback loop. “There’s a lot of a lot on this album,” she says. “I’m trying to convey an emotional spectrum. I definitely don’t wanna have too much of one thing…. You get some joyful songs and you get the bops, as they say.” There’s also, she adds, some “really, really, really, really sad songs,” but “not enough to where you need to worry about me.”

She gives us one more clue: The true distinction between TS7 and reputation is in the delivery. “This time around I feel more comfortable being brave enough to be vulnerable, because my fans are brave enough to be vulnerable with me. Once people delve into the album, it’ll become pretty clear that that’s more of the fingerprint of this — that it’s much more of a singer-songwriter, personal journey than the last one.”

The past month has seen a deluge of Swift activity, from the release of the new single to dropping more hints in interviews about the record and its title, which is apparently hidden somewhere inside the “ME!” music video (current fan guesses include Kaleidoscope and Daisy). But if the Easter eggs from the pop star seem like a business-as-usual routine, she says this album does indeed mark a new era of her life, where she’s been better able to prioritize what’s important to her.

“Our priorities can get messed up existing in a society that puts a currency on curating the way people see your life,” she says. “Social media has given people a way to express their art. I use it to connect with fans. But on the downside you feel like there are 3 trillion new invisible hoops that you have to jump through, and you feel like you’ll never be able to jump through them all correctly. I — along with a lot of my friends and fans — am trying to figure out how to navigate living my life and not just curating what I want people to think living my life is. I’m not always able to maintain a balance, and I think that’s important for everyone to know about. We’re always learning, and that’s something that I also had to learn — that I’ve got to be brave enough to learn. Learning in public is so humiliating sometimes…. Do I feel more balanced in my life than I ever have before? Um, probably yeah. But is that permanent? No. And I think being okay with that has put me in a bit of a better position.” Strong words to live by, to quote, to re-share, to tweet back to her, and see if she’ll respond.

#Taylor Swift Entertainment magazine #Taylor Swift ts7 #hottttttt #hottty swift #ME!

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peraltasames · 5 years

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until the night turns into morning

Amy has a bad day and realizes even the worst days aren't quite as bad with Jake Peralta.

Notes: canon divergent, set post-2x21 (det dave majors) but before johnny and dora. jake supports amy so much and i have a lot of feelings about it. based on the song new york by ed sheeran

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Usually, after a particularly bad day, Amy will go home immediately after work, run herself a hot bath and read one of her favourite books. The familiarity of the words and the effortlessness of comprehending them soothe her brain until she begins to forget about her troubles.

Tonight, though, she only makes it a couple blocks from the precinct before she’s parking her car again, almost in a trance as she walks across the street and into Shaw’s.

She doesn’t want to read. She wants to drink.

“Heisler, please,” she says in a gravelly voice, muttering a quick “thank you” to the bartender and heading off to the darkest, quietest corner of the bar.

Unfortunately, the corner booth, her envisioned destination for at least two or three more drinks, is occupied (even more unfortunately, by her coworkers).

“Amy, hey!”

She knows the moment she hears Boyle’s voice that it’s too late to down her drink and head elsewhere. Her colleagues, her friends, would never allow her to drink alone on a Friday night.

“Hey, guys.” She plasters on a fake smile, begrudgingly sitting next to Gina, across from Rosa and Charles.

“You seem a little down in the dumps, did the stationery store close?”

She doesn’t have the energy to reply to Gina’s snark (the last thing she needs is to think about losing Quills and Things), taking another long sip of her drink.

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” she mumbles, setting the already half-empty drink down in front of her. “Actually, guys, I should probably just go home.”

“Whatever’s wrong, it might help to be with people who care about you,” Charles suggests with an encouraging grin, raising his beer.

As much as she appreciates the support, she really doesn’t feel like seeing any more looks of sympathy like the one Holt gave her half an hour ago after getting off the phone with the chief.

“Thanks, Charles, but I should really-“

“Hey, Santiago!” The unmistakeable voice from over her shoulder makes her freeze in place. Of course, it was foolish to think that he wouldn’t be here on a Friday with all of their other coworkers, but given her disaster of a day, she thought maybe the universe would cut her some slack. No such luck. “Did Holt find out if you got the task force?”

She stares down at her lap to avoid the looks of comprehension from her friends as they piece the situation together, to avoid Jake’s faded smile as he meets Charles’ gaze and everyone is now acutely aware of her failure.

“They decided to give it to Kyle Gregory.”

Jake is speechless for a second (a rare occurrence) and she hopes and prays that maybe he’ll just drop it and start talking about one of his cases or his ranking of the Die Hard saga. Of course, he won’t do those things, because completely notwithstanding her own will, he is probably her best friend. He cares about her and supports her - it’s the very reason that when she proposed her task force idea to the chief with Holt’s support and he said he would strongly consider her to take the lead on it, her first instinct was to call Jake and enthusiastically ramble to him in the hallway outside the chief’s office for twenty minutes.

“You are way more qualified than him.” Rosa breaks the silence, looking slightly more pissed than normal.

“Yeah, and the chief’s a sexist jerk,” Gina pipes in, “he calls me sweetheart when he calls for Holt. I usually transfer his call to Hitchcock instead.”

Amy cracks a small smile at her friends’ benevolent remarks, but it’s nothing she didn’t already know, nothing that really eases the dull ache in her heart. She knows all about the bigotry that runs deep in the NYPD, but it doesn’t make it any easier when things like this continue to happen.

Jake slides into the spot next to her, the booth now crowded enough that his thigh is touching hers, even when she shifts closer to Gina to make room for him. She doesn’t know if it’s the physical contact or the soft smile or him sliding his own beer that he just bought over to her and drinking from the one that was probably meant for Charles instead, but she feels a little bit warmer inside.

The warm feeling grows ever so slightly as she sits back silently and listens to Rosa and Gina rant about the patriarchy while Charles and Jake nod and mutter agreements, occasionally getting up to get another round of drinks.

She isn’t sure how many hours pass, but eventually she has enough to drink that she can feel herself getting caught up in her own irrational thoughts of not being good enough and never reaching her goals. It must show in her face, because Gina pauses during a story about herself to ask if Amy’s okay in a rare, genuine tone and Jake’s hand inconspicuously grabs hers where it rests on her lap.

“It’s just not fair,” Amy mumbles in response to Gina’s question.

“It’s not fair,” Jake agrees, squeezing her hand (god, she hopes the blush creeping on her face can be blamed on the six beers she just had). “You’ll show ‘em when you’re the youngest captain in the history of the NYPD though, right Ames?”

Amy’s brain shifts its focus from disappointment and anger to replaying Jake’s sentence on an incessant loop, breaking it down into facts: he listens to her goals, he believes in her, he called her “Ames” again…

She really doesn’t know if it’s just the alcohol or a result of every emotion of the past year since he told her he wanted something to happen between them and promptly disappeared for six months, but being with Jake - just Jake, despite how grateful she is for the support of her friends - is now her number one priority.

“Can we go somewhere?” Her lips are close to his ear as she whispers the question, trying to avoid being overheard.

Something flashes in his eyes and she’s worried for a moment that he’s misinterpreted what she wants - she doesn’t even know what she wants -but he just nods wordlessly and smiles.

“Wait here, I’ll go pay the tab.”

They make their exit as discreetly as possible, Jake muttering some halfhearted excuse about them splitting a cab even though everyone in their group knows they live in opposite directions from the bar.

The warm breeze of the mid-summer night embraces her as she steps out of the doors, Jake’s hand firmly placed on her upper back keeping her steady.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he offers, attempting to hail a cab as they approach the street. “Or we can get something to eat, are you hungry? You haven’t eaten since lunch, right?”

It’s true, and she tries not to overanalyze how closely he pays attention to her. He’s a detective, it’s in his nature…right?

“Not hungry,” she murmurs, following his lead as he opens the back door of the first taxi that pulls over, sliding in next to her.

“Where to?”

Jake looks blankly at her while the driver taps his fingers impatiently against the wheel.

“Can we just…” She thinks for a moment. She doesn’t want to go home yet - home means being alone and letting her thoughts consume her. At two o’clock in the morning, though, she isn’t really sure where else to go.

“Just drive around for a bit, please,” Jake tells the driver.

She looks over Jake, but unlike her typical stolen glances and quiet longing, she lets her eyes linger on him: brown hair, a little messy, not much more so than normal; a dark grey t-shirt, navy blue hoodie, black jeans, white sneakers; the lights of the city reflected in deep brown eyes, still looking at her; lips slightly parted, lips that she’s been dying to feel on her own for months, years probably-

“What are you thinking about?”

She gulps, diverting her gaze elsewhere. “I…I love this song.”

It’s not a complete lie. The Cyndi Lauper song playing in poor quality through the cab’s radio brings back fond memories of her mother cooking dinner with the sound of her record player flowing softly from the next room. It brings her a feeling of security and warmth that only grows when Jake begins to sing along dramatically, completely off-key, basking in the eighties cheesiness.

“If you’re lost you can look and you will find me…time after time!”

“Jake, you’re ridiculous,” she says, a grin spreading across her face of its own accord.

“C’mon, Santiago, don’t leave me hanging…” he says as the song builds to the final chorus, his hand falling against her leg. “If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting…”

“Time after time,” she joins in, harmonizing terribly with him and creating a sound that makes the cab driver wince a little, a genuine laugh rising in her chest for the first time all day.

Both of them laughing out loud, she clumsily drops her head to his shoulder and lets it stay there. After a few moments of comfortable silence, she feels his arm wrap around her shoulders and tug her entire body closer, her right leg crossing over her left one and resting on his.

The fact that this is the most intimate they’ve ever been is not lost on her, the weight of his arm around her pulling her down to earth and sobering her up more than the glass of water he made her drink before they left (he’s always taking care of her in some small way, it seems).

Nobody else in the world could find her when she’s broken and make her feel more whole than she has in her entire life. Nobody else in the world is like him.

“Hey, Jake?”

“Yeah?” His breath, smelling of beer and mints, is hot against her cheek as he speaks.

“Today sucked. But…you made it a lot better, so, thank you” she murmurs. “You’re the best.” She doesn’t add partner or friend or colleague, they’re past the point of pretending that’s all he is to her.

She smiles as she says it, waiting to see the astounded look on his face before burying her face in his shoulder again. He grips her even tighter, and her heart nearly jumps out of her chest when he kisses the top of her head. This is uncharted territory.

A few more old, familiar songs play as they drive through the streets of Brooklyn, which are gradually emptying as most people find their way home. When she starts to think about how high of a cost they’re racking up on the meter, she casually gives the driver her address, remaining placid in Jake’s arms until they park.

He pays the driver despite her protests - New York cab fares are a nightmare and he already spent enough on drinks - and slips his hand into hers as soon as he closes the car door behind him.

“I’m just gonna walk to Charles’ and crash there,” he says, gesturing in the general direction of their friend’s apartment, only a few blocks east. “But, um, call me if you need anything, okay? Like, if you want to talk or go see a movie or egg the chief’s house or-“

He staggers backwards a little bit as she grabs his face and presses her lips firmly against his, which quickly part and kiss her back with equal fervor. His hands slide around her back and pull her into him as she runs hers through his hair like she’s wanted to for longer than she cares to admit.

They separate much more slowly than they came together, his eyes still closed when hers open, their arms still wrapped around each other.

“Don’t go to Boyle’s,” she breathes, hands resting lightly on his chest.

He nods slowly, a million emotions passing over his face as he holds her gaze with the same intensity.

“Okay.”

They walk up the steps to her apartment with joined hands. It’s not his first time here, but it’s certainly his first time here at three in the morning after she’s kissed him passionately and officially abandoned any attempt to conceal her feelings for him.

She pours them each a glass of water and passes one to him, taking hers into the bedroom so she can change out of the pantsuit she’s been in for way too many hours and try to wrap her head around the events of the last few minutes. She pulls on tiny silk pajama shorts and a black tank top, only slightly sexier than what she may normally sleep in, because freaking Jake is in her kitchen at three in the morning. She would be flat-out lying if she said this exact scenario hadn’t occurred in her dreams, paralyzing her with guilt while she was still dating Teddy and making her terribly uncomfortable a few different mornings at work. She even dreamt about him last week after coming home from a date with one of the most attractive, charismatic men in the NYPD. Dave Majors was charming and intelligent, but unfortunately had the same critical flaw as every other man she’s dated recently - he isn’t Jake Peralta.

“Amy.” His voice is a little steadier than before as he walks over to meet her when she re-enters the kitchen and gently grabs her waist. Some combination of him being much taller than her now that her heels are off and his loving stare makes her melt against him. “I know you’ve had a really tough day, and you’ve had a few drinks, so if all of this is just, you know-“

“Jake,” she cuts him off, surprising even herself with her certainty. “I like you. I’ve liked you for…a long time. This is real.”

He exhales and flashes her a relieved smile, his eyes shining even in the dim light of her kitchen.

“Is this okay?” he asks, bowing his head down so their noses are almost touching. His thumbs brush the small strip of skin exposed between her top and shorts.

She kisses him instead of wasting their time with words, her lips a little softer and less urgent this time as they move against his. This kiss doesn’t just appease her burning desire for him, it sets an entirely new fire in her soul that she hopes never goes out. It electrifies every inch of her body.

She kisses him until she loses all concept of time, only aware of the fact that she is kissing him, and until her body can no longer keep up with her desire to continue kissing him for the rest of her life. She lets out a small yawn as they separate.

“Am I boring you already, Santiago?” The teasing is very typical, the awestruck grin and lips a little red from kissing her so much are not.

“I’ve been up for twenty-four hours.”

“You wanna go to bed, then?” he suggests casually, like them going to bed together is an everyday occurrence.

She smiles again - she never imagined today would end with so much smiling - and pecks his lips one more time before dragging him to her bedroom. It feels even more natural than she expected when she climbs into bed with him next to her and he flings an arm around her waist. They fit together so perfectly that part of her thinks this whole thing is bigger than the two of them, that this was bound to happen eventually.

Very soon, the sun will creep through her curtains and shine on her sleeping figure, still tightly wrapped around his. She will be dreaming of him, not of her fears of failure or lack of approval. When she wakes several hours later, she will talk to him about those things and he will listen and stroke her back, and then he will kiss her because they finally, finally get to do that. Tomorrow, the world will be brighter.

#otp: you're not allowed to fall in love with me #b99 fic #peraltiago #its almost 3am so this is probably ~jake peralta voice~ riddled with spelling errors #will i ever stop writing amy obsessing over jake? no #myfics

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fics-for-my-heart · 6 years

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Stranger

Summary: Sitting next to a stranger who won’t stop fidgeting, you do what any crazy person would do. Grab his hand.

Pairing: Tom x Reader (possibly)

Warnings: some cursing

Word count: 1,258

A/n: I haven’t written in a long time, so I’m a bit rusty. This idea came to me the other day at a event for my sister and I just went with it. I might do a part two, so let me know what you think.

“Amy! Come on! We’re going to be late!” You yell from the bottom of the steps. “This was your prize, you wanted this. The car is here. Let’s! Go!” You tap your foot impatiently. Amy had won a charity donation event and was chosen to go to the premier of some movie. Part of the prize was a full paid trip for the winner and a friend, hotel accommodations, a chance to walk the red carpet, and watching the movie with the stars and other winners. Being her best friend, she choose you to be her plus one, even though you hadn’t thought much on the movie.

“I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming.” Amy shouted, stomping down the steps. “You look lovely!” She said, stopping to adjust the strap of her shoe.

You ran your hands down the fabric of your 50s style black dress. “Thanks, so do you.” She has chosen a low cut lilac maxi dress. “Are you ready.”

“I’m a bit nervous, we get to meet so many famous people!” She looped her arm around yours, leading you both to the car waiting just outside. “Did you watch the trailer for the movie?”

“Nope.” You say, popping the ‘p’.

She give you a wide eyed look. “So, you don’t know who’s in the movie?”

“Let me be surprised by it.” You say, earning you an eye roll.

You’d seen premiers online, paparazzi taking pictures, people stopping for interviews, lots of stop and go. But this was nothing like the videos you’d watched. Celebs were everywhere, people were rushing others along to the next set of questions. Paps screaming different celebrity names trying to get their attention. You shouldn’t imagine doing this multiple times a year.

“Oh look!” The arm looped around yours started shaking you. “There’s Robert!” Amy whispered, trying to keep her cool, pointing in front of you.

Your mouth dropped. “That’s Robert Downey Jr.”

“Duh silly, he was the one who invited us. I told you this. It’s for the new Sherlock movie.” She giggled as he started walking toward you.

I really should listen to her more. Shit.

“Ladies.” RDJ greeted us. “Which one is Amy? Ah, lovely to meet you.” He said, taking the hand that Amy offered. “You must be Y/N.” He shook your hand and your heart fluttered. “You both look lovely. Are you ready? I have a few interviews to do, and then we can go find our seats.” He smiles as he took Amy’s arm in his, leading the way.

It felt like a dream. You had been excited to go, but only because you were spending this with your best friend. But as you made your way down the red carpet, taking pictures and answering any questions directed to you, you regretted not being more interested in attending the event beforehand.

After what felt like an hour, you guys were ushered inside and directed to your seats. The moment you were seated, the lights went out and a spotlight shown on the stage following a man.

“Thank you all for coming out tonight for the premiere.” Cheers and whoops filled the theater. “It’s been a long time coming, and I hope you all enjoy! I’d like to take a quick moment to thank the amazing cast a crew who worked so hard to bring this film to life…”

A sudden light, followed by a voice coming down the isle distracted you. “Excuse me, pardon me, so sorry Chris.” You will yourself to pay attention to the Director giving his thanks, but suddenly, there was a presence in the chair beside you, causing you to jump and peak over and the man. “So sorry.” You knew his voice, you just couldn’t place it, and the only thing you could see of his face were his eyes reflecting the light from the stage.

“You’re fine.” You whispered, directing your attention back to the stage.

“...and without further ado, I give you Sherlock Holmes!” The director made his way off stage as the crowd cheered and the movie began.

It started about a minute and a half later. From the corner of your eye you could see the strangers hands fiddling with the hem of his suit. Alright whatever, the kid is nervous. Then he started tapping his fingers on his thigh. Maybe he has to pee? Then it was a piece of paper.

Normally this stuff doesn’t bother you, you fidget too. Tapping your toes or shaking your leg. But after the first 15 minutes of the movie, you couldn’t help but be bothered. The paper was making a soft pop sound as he bent the corner back and forth. Oh my gosh dude please stop. You cleared your throat and sniffled, hoping he would understand your unspoken request. He didn’t, but soon moved back to his thigh. This time lightly scratching the fabric of his pants.

Your lips formed a tight line as you thought about telling him to chill. But, not wanting to cause a scene, you did what any level headed crazy person does, you grabbed his hand, pinning it to his thigh.

“Oof.” He huffed, you could see him turn to look at you, but your eyes remained on the screen, watching Sherlock run through the street.

Eventually, the stranger entangled your fingers, properly holding your hand. It was your turn to glance at him. Taking in his soft features, trying to place his face but getting nowhere in the dark.

The movie continued and Amy wasn’t kidding, it was a star studded cast. You hadn’t expected to see people like Tom Hardy and Emily Blunt. But you really hadn’t expected to see Tom Holland, one of your favorite actors, dressed in a bowler hat with a mustache talking about hunting down some clown who “killed his best friend.”

You gasped a little, receiving a “should have watched the trailer” look from Amy and a slight chuckle from the man whose hand you currently held. Ever so softly he started drawing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. You didn’t mind the soft spark it sent up your arm, as long as it kept him from playing with that damn paper.

The movie ended and once again the theater filled with cheering. Hand man didn’t make an effort to remove his hand from yours, so you didn’t either. You probably wouldn’t admit it, but holding hands with a stranger was oddly comforting? Something about the way his hand was soft and his movements were gently as he played with your fingers.

You were sure that when the lights started to come up he would let go, but he didn’t. You lightly squeezed his hand and purposely avoided looking at him, hoping to dodge any awkwardness.

Robert was the first of you to stand. Looking down the row and smiling. “Ah, Tom, you made it.”

“Obviously, I wouldn’t miss it.” The voice was so close you could feel the breath move your hair.

What.

“Ladies, I’m sure you know Tom Holland. AKA Spider-Boy.” He joked.

You slowly turned around to see the not so stranger, stranger sitting beside you. Your eyes grew wide and you face got so warm you were sure it was on actual fire. You tried to speak, but your voice was lost in your throat.

I just spent an hour and a half holding hands with Tom fucking Holland.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #peter parker #spiderman #thomas holland #tom

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yourknightingale · 6 years

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The Sound

So I made a short fic about Beca doing an accent while singing a particular The 1975 song. Coincidentally, after that I found a Snow interview on my dash where she mentioned she’s a fan of The 1975 and I’m like, “I should do another one.” Fluff ahead!

Beca keeps on waking up every two hours. This inconvenience is brought to her by the events of yesterday where she and Chloe are almost kissing but the moment was interrupted. Fat Amy and Flo had to really make such a loud entrance upon entering the Bellas house, it practically shook. It was just Chinese takeout, for crying out loud! The dramatics wasn't needed.

They never really got a chance to talk about it afterwards. Sure, Chloe was just probably enthralled by her surprisingly good accent. In a song! It was just the heat of the moment. It didn't turn into a fire, if anything just a smouldering wick.

She checks her phone for the time. 5:30am. Too early in her personal preference but her body decides to get up. Might as well do something.

The brunette finds herself in front of a laptop. She has an open program for an unfinished mix (it's just all beats for now), waiting for an inspiration to motivate her to actually put in a song. So, since she still has that earworm, Beca googles the lyrics to find the title of the song that made her appealing to a certain redhead.

Chocolate by The 1975.

They're great! She can't believe she's starting to appreciate this band. Chocolate is catchy enough that Beca can mix this one with the loop she currently has in her program. With her loyal headphones on, she works on it for almost 2 hours before her stomach starts complaining.

On her way to go get some food, the DJ hears somebody singing, not loud enough for the whole house to wake up, but just the right volume that the kitchen can hold.

Heaven knows, the girls in this residence are all useless and dead until at least 10am on a Saturday morning.

"Well, I know when you're around cuz you know the sound. I know the sound of your heart." Chloe's voice echoes in the small space, and in the stillness of the morning blends well with the acoustics. She doesn't hear anyone come in with her earphones on as she dances her way to get the cereal box on the pantry.

Beca leans on the island, grabbing an apple, as she watches Chloe's swaying and her back. When the other girl turns, the cereal box tilts to the right as the redhead clutches her heart with her left hand.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Chloe speaks a little louder than intended because she didn't bother to take off at least one earbud.

Beca shoots her a lopsided smile and replies, "I thought you knew the sound of my heart and would've seen me coming."

The other girl raises her eyebrow at her and smiles back. She doesn't respond to Beca but still acknowledges her presence by glancing at her from time to time as she continues making her breakfast. And she also continues her singing throughout.

"I can't believe I forgot your name." She holds a spoon to her mouth, imitating a microphone. "Oh baby, won't you come again?" She extends her right hand to Beca and the brunette catches that little press on the word 'come'.

Chloe pours out some Cheerios on a bowl and sings, "She said I've got a problem with your shoes and your tunes but I might move in."

Beca notices how this song is somehow vaguely familiar. Her thoughts are disrupted, however, by the look she's getting from the older girl.

"And I thought that you were straight, now I'm wondering." She finishes that with the infamous Chloe wink.

Beca almost chokes on an apple bite. That's the last thing on her list of how she would probably die and it almost happened. Freaking Beale!

Milk is being poured now but so is Chloe's flirting game. "You're so conceited. I said I love you. What does it matter if I lie to you?"

She takes a spoonful of cereal, "I don't regret it but I'm glad that we're through," she raises it close to her mouth, "so don't you tell me that you just don't get cuz I know you do" and finally puts it in. She chews and hums as best as she can.

Beca walks around the island to get to Chloe's side. She's never seen someone eat cereal and look so enticing at the same time. So she plucks the left earbud and put it in her left ear.

They're relatively so close, faces inches apart. "Is this The 1975?" The DJ can see the redhead swallow hard and nod.

"I knew it was you. You're the one listening to them and somehow, I caught it. I don't know how but you got me into this, Chlo. You have an amazing taste in music. Shouldn't have underestimated you." Beca chuckles while she's still holding the left earbud.

So maybe the proximity isn't ideal to the brunette's bubble. Something about this moment, though, makes her stay on the spot.

They both can hear the music still playing the line, "Well, I know when you're around cuz you know the sound. I know the sound of your heart."

Both girls find themselves in the same situation as yesterday. Beca isn't fighting this anymore. Chloe tries to break the tension by starting, "I can't do the accent the way you do. That's your thing." The brunette isn't buying it. This is really happening.

The younger girl laces her arm around the older girl's neck and just dives in, capturing Chloe's mouth with her own. Chloe is very welcoming and starts reciprocating right away. Beca pulls back a little, just enough so she can say, "This song isn't even about love," and brings herself forward and crushing their lips together again, "and it's not even lady-jam worthy," she breathes and kisses Chloe again, firmly this time that the taller girl staggers backwards a little bit, all the while maintaining this fiery action. "It's just so darn catchy."

The redhead has her hands around Beca's waist for support. The smaller one is surprisingly aggressive, not that she's complaining. She's enjoying this a lot. "You can do the accent and that's enough to keep me going." Chloe finally responds, giving in as much as she can into this make-out session.

Beca lets out a soft moan when she feels the vibration in her lips as Chloe talks. The brunette slides her tongue on the girl's lower lip and finds an entrance when the mouth opens a little. Now, it's the redhead's turn to gasp and she bring her hands to cup Beca's cheeks. Beca, in turn, holds on to the sides of Chloe's shirt and pushes forward until the latter hits the counter with her back.

"Ow!" Chloe flinches upon contact, not expecting some force to actually result in a little pain. This breaks their kiss but their noses are still touching. Beca exhales and steals a chaste kiss. A sorry kiss, perhaps.

Both of them are out of breath. This time Chloe's hands rest on top of the DJ's shoulders while the latter's just hang down to her sides. It's a staring game once again except they're both flushed and smiling.

"That was great. We should do that again." The ginger bravely speaks.

Beca runs her hand over to her shoulder and catches one of Chloe's hands and laces them together. "You should come to my room and I can show you the mix I've been working on this morning."

The brunette pulls on their entwined hands and takes the lead as they pave their way up the stairs to listen to some more The 1975 songs. Maybe.

#bechloe #bechloe fics #beca and chloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #i love The 1975 so much Matty is just ugh #when is music for cars coming out what even is happening to them now #need me some updates on that

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aliciameade · 7 years

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“Bet On It”

Wishing a [slightly belated] Happy Birthday to the incomparable @brittany-snodes!

I gift to you the fic you always wanted but never received.

Beca had always loved weddings.

Not that she let on that she did; it was in direct opposition to the personality she chose to convey to the outside world.

But she loved weddings.

Everyone was happy and celebrating love, and at the reception, she had plenty of opportunities to judge the music, whether it was a live band or a DJ. She particularly liked challenging them - DJ and band alike - with obscure requests to see how deep their knowledge ran.

There was drama. There was always drama at weddings. A girl would break up with her boyfriend - a groomsman - because he got too drunk and made out with someone else on the dance floor. At least one child would throw a tantrum or vomit. Or both. Someone’s aunt or grandmother would pass out drunk slouched on a chair in a corner and embarrass her family. A pair of teens would get caught making out behind an oversized piece of decor. It was especially entertaining if that discovery was paired with a reveal that the teenager was something other than heterosexual; the drama was scrumptious when that happened.

Maybe her taste for it developed when she was one of the teenagers busted kissing the groom’s niece at her cousin’s wedding when she was 14.

Being in weddings, however - she’d do it if she was asked (it was always nice to be asked), out of obligation, but she wasn’t keen on it. Which is why this afternoon as her lone responsibility is to man the guest book, she’s in a good mood.

She’s not bothered that she wasn’t asked to be a bridesmaid this time. Aubrey has a big family and a lot of old friends - two facts that surprised Beca when she learned them - and her wedding party was made up of her two sisters, a cousin, her childhood best friend, and Chloe, the lone Barden Bella who’d been asked.

The rest of the girls were there, too, of course, all involved in one way or another. Chloe had tasked Beca weeks ago with arranging a song for not just her Bellas, but also the Treblemakers to perform at the reception as a surprise for Aubrey and her new husband, Jesse.

And there’s a part of Beca that thinks that’s kind of weird, that she’s participating in her ex’s wedding, but she and Jesse called it quits not long after graduation and that had been nearly five years ago.

So, it’s fine, and she’s scored the sweetest deal of being part of the wedding; she gets a decent table at the reception and didn’t have to drop cash on a bridesmaid dress or plan the bridal shower and bachelorette party she attended.

She’s wearing a brand new dress, a light mauve number with a softly pleated skirt and matching heels she never thought she could pull off but was pleasantly surprised when she looked in the mirror at the store. It made her feel soft and pretty and playful.

Winning all around, really.

She watches their first dance from her decent table and dinner is amazing, and of course it is because it’s not like Aubrey would dare fall short on any aspect of this day. She sits through Aubrey’s sister’s toast which is as prim and proper as Beca expected, but she’s thrown for a pleasant loop when her sister tosses out a story about a drunken college-student-Aubrey, before Beca knew her, screwing a frat boy at a party.

Did she mention she loved weddings?

Benji’s toast is sweet and funny and a touch awkward and it makes her tear up a little, because Jesse really is a great guy, and she knows he and Aubrey will make one another happy.

She watches Aubrey dance with her military uniformed father and Jesse dance with the woman Beca once thought could be her mother-in-law. The rest of the wedding party filters onto the floor and she watches Chloe dance with one of Jesse’s high school friends, and she watches Benji dance with Aubrey’s sister, though he’s constantly looking past her at Emily as though he’s apologizing over and over for dancing with another woman.

Beca makes her way out eventually when the lead singer of the band calls for everyone to hit the dance floor. She’s dateless tonight, which isn’t new for her; sometimes she brings a date, sometimes not. She has a good time either way. Without a date, there’s always someone else who’s without a date because they couldn’t find one in time, or they just went through a breakup. And in the very rare instances that she can’t find someone to dance with, there’s always a shy teenage boy whose mother is thrilled when Beca asks if he’d like to dance with her.

She kind of likes trying to pull the shy ones out of their shells; probably because she had to be pulled out of her own.

There’s also the fact that there are so many pretty girls at weddings, and they’re all in pretty dresses with their pretty hair and pretty eyes and those who aren’t married are automatically in the mood for love, and hitting on bridesmaids is one of Beca’s favorite things because girls like when other girls compliment them, and once in awhile, one of those girls ends up in Beca’s bed at the end of the night.

She’s four cocktails in, having made a few rounds through the reception - talking to Aubrey and Jesse, grabbing a drink, talking to Chloe, grabbing a drink, talking to Amy and slamming back the shot of mystery liquor she was handed, talking to Emily and reassuring her that the demo she’d sent Beca to listen to was good despite the fact that Beca has already told her it was good no fewer than three times in the last week, and grabbing a drink.

It’s when she’s four cocktails in that she and the rest of the women - the unmarried ones, anyway - are prompted to cram into one spot on the dance floor and jostle one another to catch the bouquet that she’s elbowing and shouldering Chloe for position and making each other laugh.

Beca’s scrappy; she’s caught her fair share of bouquets no thanks to her height and all thanks to determination. She’s never been the next to get married in any of the scenarios despite the omen associated with the success, but she doesn’t care about that; she just wants to win.

Only this time she loses to Chloe who’s whooping and smiling and holding the caught bouquet high above her head like a trophy. There’s a chorus of oohs and the comments about how now she has to get married and Chloe just laughs and rolls her eyes and Beca walks her back to the head table so she can set down the flowers.

“Well, you know what they say…” she teases as they walk.

Chloe laughs. “I doubt I’ll be getting married anytime soon.”

“No? Don’t have your eye on anyone?” She knows Chloe’s in a rare period of singledom, and if she hadn’t repeatedly declared that it was empowering and that it was by choice, Beca would never tease her about it. They don’t see each other as often as they once did; Beca moved to New York after graduation following her internship to a real job, and Chloe ended up in Nashville. Beca’s work took her there with some frequency, and Chloe made it a point to take at least one trip to New York every year, but Beca missed her. It was kind of impossible to miss someone like Chloe Beale after she infiltrates your life the way she did Beca’s.

“No more than usual, I guess,” Chloe answers with a shake of her head as she sets the bouquet on the table at her place.

Beca doesn’t quite understand that answer, her brain starting to be a little fuzzy, but she thinks the implication is that Chloe’s had her eye on someone for a long time, but has grown weary of it. Maybe it’s the four drinks or the offense she takes at someone having the audacity to turn down Chloe, but Beca feels a little saucy. She hasn’t hit on a bridesmaid yet tonight.

Yet.

“What about you?” Chloe continues when she turns and leans against the table. She’s gorgeous; that’s old news to Beca. But Aubrey’s put her in a grayish lavender dress that reminds Beca of something a garden nymph might wear. Her stunningly red hair is longer than Beca’s ever seen it and it’s all pulled to hang over Chloe’s right shoulder, guided and held there by a trio of braids.

“What about me?” she says, wondering if it was obvious she was staring and maybe not really caring if it was.

“Do you have your eye on anyone?”

She hesitates for the briefest of moments as she runs a thousand scenarios through her buzzed mind, and then nods. “Yeah, I have my eye on someone.”

“Really?” Chloe pushes away from the table, surprised. “Who?”

“You.” She winks when she says it and part of her can’t believe that of all the bridesmaids in the world, and of the five options she has tonight, it’s Chloe who’s become the unwitting target of Beca’s fun. But another part of her kind of thinks maybe she’s known all along it would be Chloe tonight.

Chloe throws her head back in her usual style of wild laughter as she gives Beca’s shoulder a shove and tells her she’s a dork, and then takes Beca’s hand and walks them toward the bar which Beca bumps into when she forgets to stop walking. She was kind of distracted by Chloe holding her hand; it’s not as though it was the first time - it’s probably the 4,791st time. But it’s been awhile since the last time, and Chloe’s so pretty tonight, and Beca’s just really happy, and her hand feels nice in Chloe’s.

“Easy there, tiger,” Chloe says with her other hand moving to Beca’s hip to first pull her back a half step from the bar and then rub where it had collided with the bar. “How many have you had?”

“Either too many or not enough,” she says with a confident nod. She still feels saucy, and now a little silly, and her skin is on fire where Chloe’s hand had rubbed away the pain and that’s a new thing. Chloe’s touches always leave her a little fluttery, but the actual heat was a recent development. Like, a tonight development.

Chloe eyes her for a moment and Beca knows she’s evaluating Beca’s inebriation; they’d both become experts at judging one another over the years - a requirement to surviving college with the astounding number of parties they found themselves at. Beca holds her stare and then Chloe turns to the bartender and orders a pair of vodka cranberries.

They make small talk as they meander around the room - small talk with Chloe is never really small talk, but since they do talk in some way every day, there isn’t a massive catch-up conversation needed. They talk about the wedding and how pretty Aubrey’s dress is and their surprise performance that is mere minutes away which has them both slamming their drinks quicker than they'd have liked because Amy is on the stage stealing the mic from the band, which means it's showtime.

Beca's missed performing with Chloe. They'd only run through tonight's performance twice last night when everyone had been able to escape their pre-wedding responsibilities, all other rehearsals taking place via Skype and FaceTime and singing along to voice memos of one another and everyone else.

Chloe had asked Beca to put together an arrangement of “Jessie’s Girl,” and “I’ll Make Love To You,” which Beca found odd on a few levels - mainly that they were going to sing a song about wanting to steal their best friend from her husband of less than a day and the boys were going to sing about sleeping with her. But it was also meant to be funny and a way to acknowledge that the couple was moving on to the next chapter of their life and that they would miss them both.

It was somewhere around the time Beca was listening to Chloe singing a harmony on Skype that she realized it wasn't the first time she'd heard Chloe singing the girls’ song. She'd caught snippets of her humming it many times, over many years, and Beca knew the song was an earworm but right now as they warm up by singing the chorus quietly to one another, their backs to Aubrey, that she wonders if there was a reason other than it being a catchy tune.

Chloe smiles at her when their harmony resonates; Chloe was always a sucker for a perfect harmony. Not that Beca isn’t, but Chloe's eyes always lit up when they found it, and Beca kind of lived for those moments.

Maybe, she thinks as they mingle by the stage trying to not be super obvious as the rest of the Bellas and Treblemakers she graduated with were also suspiciously near the stage, she kind of wants to see Chloe’s eyes light up like that every day.

She doesn’t have a chance to get caught up in the thought because the moment Amy thumps the microphone on her chest to send feedback screeching through the room, Aubrey shrieks at an equal volume in a different key because she’s figured out what’s about to happen. Instead, Beca leads their now-co-ed group through the performance that is as silly as it is heartfelt, and Beca knows it’s going to end up on YouTube in 30 seconds and it’s going on Snapchat in real time, but she doesn’t care.

She doesn’t care that an imperfect, under-rehearsed performance is going to go viral, because she’s singing with Chloe and Aubrey is crying and Jesse is misty-eyed, and the fact that the two long-rivaled groups have called a truce for tonight in honor of their former captains tying the knot makes her feel like there’s hope in this fucked up world.

Trite as the impetus might be, she feels it.

Her hand is in Chloe’s, as is required for the final steps of the performance, when it’s over and they take their bows and Aubrey rushes them both, nearly knocking them off their feet hugging them both at the same time.

“Thank you,” Aubrey says, crying into both their shoulders. “That was amazing.”

They hug her back, and then Aubrey swaps places with Jesse and he’s hugging both of them and Beca takes a second to glance at Chloe when it happens and she can see the tiniest hint of tension in the corner of her mouth, a smile that’s not quite as genuine as it could be.

When the excitement of the performance has finally passed, Beca decides to grab Chloe’s hand again and pull her away from their old classmates so they can actually hear one another.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” she tells Chloe when they sit down at an empty table toward the back of the reception hall. She doesn’t let go of Chloe’s hand, instead scooting her own chair close enough so it’s comfortable to maintain that connection.

“Oh.” Chloe looks down for a moment, at their hands, and then looks up again. Beca thinks she might be blushing, but it’s hard to tell with the dim mood lighting that’s descended upon the party as the hour creeps later. “Thank you.” She smiles, and then in what seems like an unplanned of rush of words, adds, “So do you. Really pretty.”

It makes Beca smile. “Thanks. So...when are you flying out? Tomorrow?”

“Monday night,” Chloe answers with a shake of her head. “You?”

“Me, too. What are you, um...what are you going to do while you’re here?” She feels a little weird, like internally itchy, but she likes it.

“I don’t know; figured I’d ask the hotel concierge for some recommendations in the morning. You know how I don’t like to plan everything when I travel.”

“No, I know.” They both laugh because Chloe’s definitely referring to the last time she visited New York and refused to tell Beca anything she wanted to do while there, resulting in Beca going nuts trying to figure out how to plan anything whatsoever and breaking down in tears when Chloe said she wanted to go somewhere on the west side of Manhattan when they were on the east side, and it was a weekend, and the transit system was super fucked up. “Maybe we can hang out?”

“Totes!” Chloe says as she takes a sip of the drink a waiter’s brought for them. She keeps her eyes on Beca, though, and it makes her feel a little like she’s in a fishbowl.

But she kind of likes Chloe’s eyes on her. They are the prettiest eyes she’s ever seen, so what is there to complain about?

“Your eyes are like...fucking blue, dude,” she says, and the line doesn’t form quite as smoothly as it had in her head, but it was an okay start.

Chloe’s brows go high in surprise but she smiles. “I’ve been told.”

“Like the ocean.”

“The ocean is blue, yes,” Chloe says with a wider smile.

“And baby, I’m lost at sea.” That one came out exactly as she’d planned it and she watches the amused confusion slide over Chloe’s face.

“What?” Chloe asks with a laugh.

“What I’m trying to say is,” Beca says, winding her free hand like she’s trying to move time forward, “you’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.”

“Beca…” Chloe’s smile fades a little, “are you...are you hitting on me?”

“Why, is it working?” She squeezes the hand she’s still holding. She’s kind of swinging for the fences right now and thinks it might actually be working.

Chloe’s confusion seems to grow and she shifts in her seat and starts to reclaim her hand but Beca holds tight to it. “Are you being serious right now? Because -”

“Completely.” Beca drops whatever cocky or smug look she knew she had on her face because this is suddenly very serious.

“What...I don’t...huh?” Chloe seems lost and looks a little like she might pass out as she fans her face and then holds her hand to her forehead.

Beca feels lightheaded, too, not expecting her day to go this route, but something about the wedding and the singing and the reconnection had tripped a wire. “Go on a date with me tomorrow?”

Chloe seems to deflate at that. “You’re asking me on a date?” Her voice is meek and Beca’s not quite sure how to read her reactions to all this and she’s about to start worrying when Chloe perks up with the suddenness of toast from a toaster. “You’re asking me on a date?!” she repeats, all the enthusiasm typical of Chloe now back in her voice.

“Yeah, dude,” Beca says with a laugh, relieved that the embarrassment she felt looming seconds away got shooed away with Chloe’s adjusted reaction.

Chloe’s sitting ramrod straight in her chair. “Like, a date-date. A romantic date?”

Beca nods. “A romantic date. Maybe even with a kiss goodnight.” She knows she blushes when she says it, but she’s just drunk enough to be holding this conversation she wants to have and doesn’t care if she blushes because she’s being honest.

She hears a squeal and doesn’t have time to prepare for Chloe flinging herself into her lap, arms around her neck and lips on hers.

It’s a sound, firm kiss, one they’ve shared innumerable times over the years but Chloe hovers when it ends, and she’s grinning at Beca from her perch in her lap and Beca feels warm and tingly and every place their bodies are connected is on fire, especially her lips that desperately want to feel Chloe’s again.

“Or...we could...move that kiss goodnight up a few hours…?” Beca edges.

“To tonight?” Chloe whispers, and though the room is loud they’re close enough that Beca hears her and she nods. “Okay.”

This time when Chloe’s lips touch hers it’s different. It’s soft and cautious and exploratory and Beca can feel Chloe’s fingernails tickling the back of her neck along her hairline to make her shiver and it prompts her to wrap her arms around Chloe’s waist and hug her close.

When Chloe’s other hand makes an appearance, it’s at Beca’s cheek to tilt her head just a touch so their mouths meet at a better angle. It’s a true, real kiss, and their first of such, and Beca can feel it all the way to her toes. She sighs and that’s when she feels the tip of Chloe’s tongue graze her lip and so much anticipation rushes through her she almost forgets to do more than just open her mouth for it and actually keep kissing her. But only almost, because she could never forget to kiss Chloe, not after this moment and the way Chloe’s tongue teases over hers before retreating and instead offering featherlight kisses until it’s back with a vengeance and Beca actually groans at how good she is.

A shout of, “Bhloe’s real!” startles both of them and though her vision is slow to focus she knows it’s Amy who yelled it, is still yelling it, and is accentuating her yelling by pounding her fists on the table.

“Oh my God,” she groans, letting her head fall forward to rest against the hollow of Chloe’s throat, and because she thinks it’s probably totally allowed now, presses a kiss to her chest a few short inches away from the line of cleavage that’s been teasing her most of the night. “Why? Why does she do this?”

“She wouldn’t be Amy if she didn’t.” She feels Chloe kiss the top of her head and then she’s moving off Beca’s lap to stand. “Fine! Yes. Okay? Amy, are you happy?” Chloe’s shouting right back but she’s not mad, just joining in Amy’s fun.

“All you pitches owe me so much cash! With interest!” Amy’s already gone to make the rounds and shake down their friends to pay up on the bet Beca knows was made on her fate with Chloe.

Chloe’s hands are on her hips watching their friends talk, point, gasp, laugh, nod, and dig through their purses and wallets and she says over their shoulder, “They had a bet on whether or not we’d hook up?”

“Looks like it.”

“For how long?”

“Since Beca’s audition,” Cynthia Rose says as she passes by, also collecting her winnings. She’d bet in their favor as well, apparently.

Chloe laughs at her response and then she’s turning with a sigh and dropping back onto Beca’s lap but Beca catches her before she’s settled.

“Let me up.”

“What? Why?” Chloe asks with a pout.

“Because I have to collect on the bet I just won so I can take someone out on a killer date tomorrow.” She slides out from under Chloe with a smirk that she kisses Chloe with once they’re both standing.

Chloe catches her hand before she gets far. “You bet on us?”

She smiles easily, feeling every bit like she’s hit the jackpot tonight. “Always bet on a sure thing, babe.”

Beca had always loved weddings.

#bechloe #fanfic #bechloe fanfic #brittany-snodes

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lowat-golden-tower · 7 years

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Singing In Quiet

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @galaxy-starheart why the fuck can i still not tag you tumblr plz

I heard you had a thing for this ship. So I hope you enjoy. :D I may or may not have been inspired by a recent Mark upload. >u>

(For those unaware, this is about Sexyplier and Brother Jeremiah. You know, Mark egos. Go check out @alcordraws for more deets. uwu)

Sexy was beautiful.

No, Sexy was more than that. Sexy was funny, smart, witty, creative, kind, generous and a plethora of other positive adjectives one could find in a thesaurus. Jeremiah could go on and on for days about the wonders of his boyfriend.

Which was precisely why he never felt good enough. Plain looking, shortly cropped hair, simple clothes and glasses. He was a younger Mark. A scrawnier Mark.

Not like Sexy, with his long, dark hair and toned muscles. He was the older Mark. The more defined Mark without the baby face and instead hosting a gorgeously chiseled jaw. No nerdy glasses. Stunning no matter what he wore, which was often very little.

No, Jeremiah just couldn't compare. He often wondered why Sexy bothered with him at all. He had to do something. Something to show Sexy he was worth it. Otherwise, Sexy might realize just how out of Jeremiah's league he was, and leave him for someone better. Someone more suave and handsome and smooth talking.

Mark had a girlfriend. Amy was a lovely person; all the egos loved her, or at least tolerated her existence. Surely he'd have a tip or two, surely he'd know how to maintain someone's interest. Jeremiah turned to Mark's videos, combing through them, searching for that thing that made Amy find him worthwhile. That kept her with him for all these years. There had to be something.

He found it in a recent video. A cover Mark had tried for the first time, with his guitar. It was rough around the edges and Mark was clearly nervous, but even so his angelic chords managed to shine through.

Music. Singing.

Of course. How could Jeremiah have forgotten? Sexy had some of the most beautiful vocals he'd ever heard. Granted, all the egos shared some degree of Mark's singing ability, and perhaps Jeremiah was a bit biased. Still, Sexy enjoyed music, and he knew he was a fantastic singer. Jeremiah couldn't compare to Sexy's beauty, or his charms, but maybe... just maybe...

He could sing.

That was how Jeremiah found himself knocking on Mark's door with an acoustic guitar in his hands, instead of his usual bible.

Mark was understandably surprised. Not only was it odd to find an ego on his doorstep, but for it to be Jeremiah, and with a guitar? He blinked and rubbed at his eyes in an effort to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him. "Jeremiah? What are you... you're not on another Mormon spewing spree through town, are you? Because, you know, that's not gonna work on me."

Jeremiah gave a sheepish grin. "No, nothing like that. I just... I wanted to ask, if maybe... you could give me some guitar lessons?"

That set Mark to blinking again. He scrubbed a hand at his eyes and face. "Wait... what? You want me to... what? Lessons? Since when did you want to play the guitar?" He paused, then squinted at Jeremiah. "...where did you even get a guitar?"

Jeremiah's grin became a bit more strained. "I bought it. Of course. And, uh... no reason really. Just... saw your video, and thought it'd be interesting to learn." He rushed forward, hoping to evade anymore questions. "So are you going to teach me or not?"

Mark frowned and scratched at the back of his head, but eventually shrugged. "I mean... yeah, okay. I can spare some time. I'm still practicing myself, anyway... so I'm not sure how great of a teacher I'll be."

Jeremiah's shoulders relaxed, and his smile smoothed out some. His death grip on the neck of his guitar loosened. "I'll take whatever you can give me."

Thus the lessons began. Jeremiah hadn't taken the time to learn many things in his existence, but when it came to Sexy, his determination was stoked into a roaring blaze. He sat through session after session with Mark, almost daily, going over chords and bars and rhythms. It wasn't long at all before his fingers bled, and he came home to the treehouse covered with bandaids.

"What happened to your hands?" Sexy would ask, frowning, gently turning over the digits in his own to examine the bandaids.

Jeremiah hated lying to Sexy, but he needed this to be a surprise. He always came up with some excuse or other to satisfy his boyfriend's concern.

Oh, I was helping Bill with the garden.

I got into a scuffle with Opinion Minion again.

Chef needed help in the kitchen, you know I'm not the best with a knife....

Sexy never seemed to fully believe Jeremiah, but he accepted every excuse. He would scatter kisses across Jeremiah's fingers, and then move onto his face; loving, tender, slow. Sexy cared about him so deeply. It was precisely the reason he pressed on, working through the pain and frustration and road blocks.

"Have you been practicing on your own at all?" Mark asked one day.

Jeremiah winced. "I can't. Se... I mean, I have no privacy for it. I don't want the others judging me." He swallowed. Jeremiah still hadn't confessed his reasons to Mark.

Mark had pursed his lips into a frown. Much as he wanted to reassure Jeremiah, he understood that anxiety all too well. He wracked his brain, knowing solo practice was important to getting better. "What if... I introduced you to someone? I think he'd have just the solution."

Jeremiah was wary, but he was also desperate. His anniversary with Sexy was coming up, and he needed this song to be perfect. So he accepted Mark's offer, though he found himself quickly regretting it when he was led to the doors of Egos, Inc. itself. He stayed close to Mark, having been inside the building before but never without Sexy at his side. Somehow, his boyfriend always gave him a confidence boost. It certainly didn't help Mark was leading him to a part of the building he'd never been to before. Usually, they just borrowed the more extensive kitchen space.

Yet Mark took him past that area and deeper into the halls. He knocked on a door, and it was opened by one of the androids- not the truly terrifying ones, but the odd one. The misfit: Bingiplier. He'd greeted Mark enthusiastically, attempting to do the same with Jeremiah.

Jeremiah had managed a shaky greeting in response. It was enough, and they were invited into what appeared to be a studio. Mark pointed out the ego they were actually here to see- Mark Bop. Of course. How could Jeremiah be so dull? Even if he wasn't familiar with all of the main egos, everyone knew about the musical one. Why didn't he think of coming to Mark Bop for help before?

The ego was more shy and subdued than Jeremiah expected. It was a welcome temperament, though, in the wake of his rattled nerves. He resisted the urge to pilfer some of the expensive equipment, and instead thanked Mark Bop profusely when he conceded to lending Jeremiah one of his recording booths. Finally, he would have a private place to practice. No worries about Sexy or one of the other egos catching him. No fear of his surprise being spoiled too early.

He really owed Mark for this. Maybe he'd return that blue flannel he'd snatched a while back.

Maybe.

With the solo practices, Jeremiah was able to begin piecing together his song. Mark's guidance was paramount, and even Mark Bop offered up a suggestion or two whenever he happened to be around. It was coming together, slowly but surely, and Sexy was none the wiser. He only hoped his growing absences from the treehouse weren't giving his boyfriend the wrong impression.

When the day came, Jeremiah texted Sexy to meet him in his bedroom. In reality, he was waiting outside, standing in the small clearing beneath the treehouse with his guitar at the ready. He could clearly see into his own bedroom window from his position, and once he spied Sexy's silhouette he fired off another text.

Look outside.

It took a few moments, but eventually the window was opened to reveal the surprised, stunning face of Sexy staring down at him. He pressed his hands to the windowsill and leaned outside. "Jerry? What're you doing down there? Is that... is that a guitar?"

Jeremiah tried to grin, but his lips trembled too much. His fingers were shaking as well where they rested on the strings. Sexy was spectacular, leaning out the window in his adorable pink crop top with his dark hair flawlessly framing his face; breathtaking. It took him several tries to find his voice. "Sexy. We've been together for... for a year now, and... I just wanted to do something for you. To... to show you just how much I love you. So... listen, okay? This is for you."

Sexy had his hands pressed over his mouth, brown eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and adoration. Jeremiah took it as a sign he could continue, and drew a deep breath.

He messed up the first chord. Resisting the urge to curse under his breath, he bit at his lip and tried again. The notes were practically muscle memory by now, but his anxiety was making his palms sweaty; his fingers slipping. Jeremiah furrowed his brow and muscled through it, looping the intro of the song once over when his voice failed to work.

But the words couldn't hide forever, and soon they were spilling out. "When your legs don't work like they used to before... and I can't sweep you off of your feet...."

Maybe it was a cheap move, picking the same song as Mark. He'd just been inspired. The song was so romantic, and he couldn't hear it without thinking of Sexy and himself. It was perfect. "Take me into your loving arms. Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars. Place your hand on my beating heart."

His version was less so, but... Sexy was still listening. He was still watching with rapt attention, so Jeremiah would keep playing, keep singing. His anxiety never dissipated, but his confidence grew the deeper into his performance he got. His voice evened out and his grip on the guitar became more sure, the notes flowing into a steadied rhythm. At some point, he'd closed his eyes, just allowing himself to feel the music and sing from the heart.

That's what Sexy was to him. His heart. This song could never convey it enough, could never compare, but it was something. Finally, he had something. "Thinking out loud... baby, we found love right where we are...."

The final chords of the song trailed off and Jeremiah drew another deep breath. His eyes were still closed as he tried to compose himself, tried not to think the worst of the ensuing silence. Had Sexy left? Did he hate it? Did he think Jeremiah's efforts were stupid? Not enough? What if he-

The sound of footsteps rushing towards him had Jeremiah's eyes flying open, just in time for him to receive an armful of crying Sexy. Stunned, he held his boyfriend close, the guitar awkwardly hanging off his shoulder to the side. Sexy was burying his face into Jeremiah's neck, hiccuping and sobbing, pressing wet little kisses there while he clung to Jeremiah like a drowning man. Jeremiah's heart hammered away in his chest. "Sexy...?"

"I love you so much."

Color flooded Jeremiah's cheeks. He shrugged his guitar around to his back so he could hold Sexy closer, better. Gently, one of his hands rubbed down the elegant curve of Sexy's back. The other carded fingers through his soft, black hair. His own lips trembled again while his heart performed backflips. "I... love you too, Sexy. So much. You mean... the world to me, and... thank you. For staying with me...." His voice cracked, and he gave a little sniffle.

Sexy laughed, raw and wet and incredulous, and pulled his face out from Jeremiah's neck. It was red and puffy from his tears, his nose running, bangs sticking to his forehead and in Jeremiah's opinion he was still the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. "Of course I'm with you, you big dumb idiot! I wouldn't want anyone else- I don't want anyone else. I want you. It's always been you... it will always be you...."

Jeremiah let out a soft sob of his own, brown eyes misting over with the threat of tears. He choked a little on his words, "I love you so much. I don't..." He hiccuped, and Sexy pressed a finger to his lips.

"You don't have to do anything else but kiss me, damn it." Sexy was smiling. He removed his finger in favor of cupping Jeremiah's face in his hands, thumbs stroking along his flushed cheek bones. "Kiss me."

Jeremiah could do nothing but oblige.

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Here's an idea for a Boom prompt: Perci tries to help Amy out with Sonic by having it seem like she's asking him out on a date which ignites Amy's determination to confer her feelings to him?

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Prompt:

Perci kicks her feet out as she sits high up on a store’s window, smiling down at Sonic who caught her ice cream for her.

“Hey. Still quick on your toes, I see.” she happily compliments, but seems content within her voice in having her ice cream back.

He hands it up and tries to act cool for a moment, “You know it! Ah, gotta stretch these legs somehow.” he stretches in front of her, and she pretends to not notice while rolling her eyes.

Her eyes remain calm and uninterested, although giving the boy his just dues for ‘rescuing’ her ice cream cone, before seeing Amy hiding behind some plant pots.

Her finger twitch at the rims before she sees that Perci might have spotted her jealous glare, and ducks her head down.

She worriedly starts to mumble, “Oh no, oh no, oh no…!” and bites at her nails under her gloved-hands.

Perci’s eyebrows bounce as she suddenly gets an idea.

She leans some of her bodyweights down to Sonic, “Hey… wanna hang out?”

Sonic was in the middle of showing-off, doing one-handed presses off the ground before looking up at her as if surprised by the notion, “huh?”

Amy suddenly turns around with figurative fire in her eyes, growling.

“So it’s war, then!?”

Perci smiles, feeling the atmosphere shift. “Oh yeah, this… could be fun.” she continues to pretend she’s talking to Sonic… but she silently schemes a clever ploy within her pretty, brilliant mind.

Nervously, Sonic doesn’t really get a chance to respond. He at first gets up and tries to fumble his way through avoidances before Perci jumps down and slides her hand down his arm to his own, and points towards a place they can walk to and talk together at.

Shyly, Sonic continues to try and get out fo the awkward situation he wasn’t planning for. However, he ends up stumbling along with her leading the way, and Amy close behind them as she continues to dart into hiding and silently judge their interaction.

Once sitting on a bench, Perci holds herself erect and looks around to check and make sure Amy kept up with them.

Amy’s ‘ouch!’es and ‘Ah!’s reach her ears as she turns to see the bushes rattling.

Pleased, she smiles and began her act.

“So, Sonic.” she pats her lap with her hands, before scooting closer to him, and then, faking interest, she puts her hands under her chin to hold her head up, leaning towards him. “Haven’t you ever hung out with other girls before?”

“Eh-heh…heh..heh.” Sonic sweats, looking around to avoid eye-contact. “Have I been around other girls, Y-yes. In this close of a proximity, ehh… j-just one, but under entirely different circumstances.” he spoke awkwardly and she giggled, encouraging the odd behavior before turning her back to him and scotting closer, getting him to the edge of his seat and pressing her back against his side.

“Under… what circumstances? Are you saying you’ve never really been this close to a girl before?”

Sonic’s muffled whimpers showed he wasn’t expecting this AT ALL. She honestly wondered for a moment if she should lighten up on the guy for a moment, before hearing teeth grinding sharply in the bushes.

She smiled, perking up and hoping he’d say something to please Amy.

She shifted towards him, poking his chest with a playful finger, twirling it to make him completely unaware of the trap she was setting up for the two fo them.

“So.. Am I your first date, then?”

“LIKE HECK YOU ARE!”

“A-Amy!”

“Hmm?”

With a clever cock of her eyebrow, she smirked at how fast her little scheme had hooked its fish.

“Oh no. Am I interrupting something?” she played dumb, putting her hand to her mouth and acting innocently shocked at Amy’s outburst.

Amy shook a blind fist at her, “Y-yooouuu…” Sensing her act, Amy twitched with rage, before Sonic quickly shook his hands out, getting up, and shifting his eyes to Perci and then Amy.

“A-Ames! Listen! I-It’s not what it looks like!” he pleaded, and Perci only hid her chuckle at what this scene looked like.

“You… You let her drag you away! Boy, if I wasn’t here… you’d be in a world of trouble!”

“W-what is that suppose to mean!? I can handle myself!” growing defensive, Sonic put a hand on his hip and gestured the other out, challenging her.

‘Uh-oh.’ Perci was hoping he would continue to submit. ‘Things just got interesting..’ as if enjoying her little ‘show’ she pulled up her legs to bend over the bench and happily leaned on the back, watching the two squabble on.

“Yourself!? Haha! Don’t make me laugh! she had you eating out of her hand!”

“What!?”

“You heard me!”

“First of all, I don’t take free food! -U..Unless it’s yours.- AND TWO… well, I haven’t thought of two yet, but- I DON’T NEED YOU WING-GUARDING ME!” he spat out, as Perci’s eyes widened in amusement at that.

She looked at Amy’s hurt expression.

“You…” she stepped back a moment, “You.. don’t want me … to stop her…from taking advantage of you?” she dipped her head down.

“N..No, that’s not… she wasn’t… help me out here, Perci.” Sonic gestured to Amy and looked back to her, as Amy held her arms tightly around herself.

“Um, no thanks. Y-you got this.” she had randomly pulled out a drink and started lightly slurping on it. It was like her own personal liquid popcorn.

His arms flopped down, seeing her lay back and chillax, watching the two in quiet pleasure.

“You… you wanted to go on a date with her?” Amy turned her face away.

Sonic flinched back to her. “D-date!? Who said anything about a date!” he spread his arms out, clearly trying to understand. “Just cause I’m with another girl doesn’t mean-”

“EVEN WHEN YOU PROMISED I WOULD HAVE THE FIRST ONE!?” her fists came crashing down to her sides.

Perci dropped her drink, her straw still in her mouth, having it whiplash and spray some soda on her face, making her pause and blink a moment.

Sonic, embarrassed, stepped back.

He peered and searched the ground as if grasping for an answer. “I.. no… um…”

“FINE! I get it! But what does she have that I don’t!? Why does she deserve the extra attention, huh? HUH?” she was now up in his face, and he was leaning back, a wide scale of his mouth revealed his pearly white teeth and scared expression.

“Is she prettier!? Fight better? Does she make home-cooked meals, take you on picnics and listen to your epic tales of defeating the same old coot time and time again!? Even when they’re so predictable!”

“Hey!” Eggman looked like he was grocery shopping, holding a tin can in his hand and having a bag in his arms.

“No harm intended.” Amy struck a face and looked forward, before glaring back at Sonic.

“I’m only saying that out of all your female friends in your life... I SCHOOL THEM ALL!”

Sonic finally was bending so far over that he fell, but ironically, Amy was about to lose her balance and fall after him until Perci got up and pulled her back, looping an arm around her shoulders.

“In other words..” she placed a hand on her hip and leaned forward. “You two-timing cheater.”

Sonic kicked the dirt back a minute, “W-what?” he was too awestruck by Amy’s outburst to understand her clearly.

She moved over to him, threw some gum in her mouth, chewed, and then kicked him.

“You have a girl who cares about you already. And you made me believe we were something? Tsk, tsk.” she fibbed, before dramatically moving her arm over her head and the other one to her heart.

“I can never compete with such a rogue~ Besides, she’s way more loyal than I’ll be.” she popped the gum, acting completely normal again and then waved the two off. “Bye.”

Sonic zipped his head up again, watching her walk off before looking to Amy.

“Wait..” he shook his head, Did I just accidentally get two girlfriends?”

“But you’re going straight back to square one!” Amy leaned down, grabbing him by the back of his bandana and dragging him away.

He kicked and pleaded for her to understand and stop, still confused, before suddenly laughing.

“What’s so funny?!” Amy spun around, letting him drop on the ground again and folding her arms as she loomed over him.

He smiled up at her, “She was right! She could never be as loyal as you are to me, Ames.”

She blushed.

“If you were my girlfriend, I really couldn’t go anywhere!”

She twitched in rage again.

“I..” Her body quaked in sudden nerves.

“I am your girlfriend…”

“Haha! What was that?”

“….S-shut up!” she grabbed him by the bandana again, as his laughter completely subsided and returned him to a shocked state.

“You’re still in trouble, Mister!”

“Man… maybe they’re right. You do sound like a-”

He stopped when he saw her expression.

Reading into her like he never had before, his mouth suddenly dropped open.

She was acting angry.. but every time he laughed, her eyes grew glossy with sorrow and pain.

Unable to hurt her again by denying her as his girlfriend, he sighed and shrugged with a pathetic smile.

“How can I make it up to you this time… Amy?”

“You can start by saying how great I am to you.” She barely noticed how he changed his tone with the sounding of her name.

“The greatest.”

The line literally put Amy into shock, and she suddenly blinked her eyes and leaned away from him.

He smiled like a Casanova, before looking away with a sly expression.

“Perci was just a passing fling.”

Amy pouted, having hoped he meant something from that previous line…

“It’s her sister that’s got the real bod!” he kid, but it was too late for redemption now.

They say that that night, there was a shooting star that could be heard wailing out in terror across the sky as a hammer sound whacked it over the length of the island.

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