#amy is me when i see something incredibly cute and just want to nudge it

[pinkpastels113]

Hello! Numero 2 from misc when you can, please. Thank you!

i have just recovered from being on the brink of death due to the effects of the booster shot, so here you guys go!

(ofc i would be inspired while sitting on the floor trying not to get sick right? skjhdjkhk)

As soon as Chloe had gotten wind of the fact that Beca was feeling less than her usual adorable snarky self, she had dropped everything and just about ran from the campus library to burst through the Bellas house door.

Beca had taken one look at her from her curled up position on her bed when Chloe stepped into her bedroom, groaned, and reached for her with that glazed over pleading look on her face.

Of course Chloe had made a sympathetic sound in the back of her throat that resembled a dry sob, rushed over to crawl onto the mattress, and taken Beca's head and put in her lap. She had almost jumped with how warm Beca's skin felt, running her fingers through sweaty brown locks as her back leaned against the headboard.

"I'm dying," Beca had mumbled into the front of her shirt, after readjusting her body so that it laid horizontal on her twin sized bed. Chloe felt her sigh, watched as Beca closed her eyes and released a small cough before snuggling even closer, "Would you be sad if I died?"

Her words were breathless, hoarse, so incredibly soft like it took all of Beca's energy to do anything else but breathe. Chloe had made to swing her legs over the edge to get to the bottle of water she'd seen on Beca's desk on the other side of the room, but was stopped with a scorching hot hand on her thigh. She'd swallowed, sat back down, and resumed on her ministrations in Beca's hair.

"Devastated," she'd said, playing along, because there was no point in arguing that Beca is in fact, not dying, in her current state, and because her response pulled from the brunette a tired smile, "I would be devastated."

"'Kay." Beca traced the lines of Chloe's other hand as Chloe wiped the perspiration from her forehead, "Then I won't."

She'd chuckled, pressed her lips to the furrow of Beca's brows, and suggested that they watch a movie or something so Beca could nap and sleep off the worst of her fever.

"Tangled. I want to watch Tangled." It was the first time that Beca had agreed to the viewing of any film at all without at least a disgruntled grumble, and Chloe's heart had squeezed in affection and pain in light of the realization. Beca's laptop was found, Amazon prime pulled up, and it was within minutes when Beca started to doze off, the animated characters on the screen streaming a muted glow across her cheeks as her jaw goes slack.

Chloe was afraid to pause the movie in case the cut off of the background noise would cause Beca to stir, so she just tucked the blankets tighter around Beca's stomach, turned the volume down just a tad, and went back to stroking Beca's messy locks. She had discovered long ago that it was a thing that Beca "doesn't mind that much when she does it," and it was in that position that she still finds herself in an hour later when she hears the rest of the Bellas arrive from downstairs.

Chloe slows, kisses the tip of Beca's nose when she huffs out a weak but still sleepy breath, and- as gently as she could so as not to startle Beca- gets out of the bed so she could walk to the hallway bathroom. She wets a paper towel, folds it, and places it on Beca's forehead before venturing back out to tell the Bellas to hush from the top of the stairs.

"Beca's sick," she whispers, when everyone has gone silent, tilting thier heads in question, "She's sleeping right now and I would need for you all to be quiet for at least another couple of hours."

"Hours?" Stacie has replied with an overdramatic gasp, though it quickly turns into a genuine worried frown at Chloe's soft glare, "Is she okay?"

"I really hope she will be," she says with a bite of her lip, leaning on her elbows on the railing, "Her fever usually always go down after some much needed rest. Think she's just been stressed lately, again, what with competitions and work and classes and stuff."

Everybody nods, eyeing at one another, a picture of concern and relief that it isn't due to something much more serious. Beca gets elevated body temperature sometimes when her body couldn't handle the stress of her everyday life. It's an event that has been recurring much more frequent than before those past few weeks.

"I want to see her," Fat Amy says, already on the bottom step, "I bet she looks like a baby with her face all pink and blotched like that."

Chloe doesn't have much a choice except to make Amy swear to be quiet, leading the way to the door that she had left slightly cracked. She nudges it fully open, smiling at the photo that Amy quickly snaps as soon as she is within range.

She points to her phone on Beca's nightstand, indicating that she wants the photo to be shared.

Fat Amy gives her an agreeing snort before walking over to the sleeping Bella. Beca really does resemble a baby. A sick but perfect one.

"What are you doing?"

Fat Amy is balancing herself with a hand on Beca's bedpost, poking Beca's curled form with a tentative foot.

Chloe hurries over, about to drag Amy away when Beca suddenly lashes out, the paper towel falling from her forehead into the sheets below as she slaps at the toe that had just been digging into her side.

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

Amy laughs, Beca's dark blue gaze burning into her like molten fire, and Chloe scowls, shoving Amy to the side so she can get to her friend.

Her friend that she is beginning to feel like is turning into a crush, but that is an affliction to be dealt with later, in the safety of her own thoughts.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, the skin of her palm tingling with the warmth still radiating from Beca's body. She brushes two knuckles down Beca's cheeks, noting the flutter of Beca's eyelashes as she leans into the touch.

"A lot better, Chlo." Beca grins, the glaze in her eyes earlier now a clear sparkle. She laces their fingers together, using it as leverage to pull Chloe closer. Chloe lurches as her legs collide with the edge of the bed. She's suddenly hovering over Beca, her hands on either side of her face, one landing on a white pillow. "Thanks."

Chloe blinks, hearing Amy groan something about how Bloe could even happen in the sickest of times, before leaving them alone. She drops her attention to Beca's mouth, breath hitching in her throat as she watches it part, extremely aware of the fact that her knee is now inches away from the apex of Beca's thighs. "It was no problem."

Their interlocked fingers shift further up the mattress, Chloe lowering further as it goes, and then the heat is overwhelming as Chloe wonders whether it is due to Beca's now receding fever or her own flushing complexion, "I really, really appreciated it." They are now about to undoubtedly kiss, Chloe's brain kicking into overdrive at the notion that she is really going to find out what Beca's lips are like against her own without the chance to figure out if she is actually harboring a crush, even though she could already feel the answer pulsing down her chest and into her navel, "Like, so much. I really wouldn't have minded if I died with my head in her lap and your hands in my hair."

"You weren't gonna die," is the last words spoken as Beca's mouth melts into hers. It heats for a fraction of a second, both of them tilting for a different angle, before Chloe pulls away, saying that Beca still needs to rest before she licks her tongue into her mouth.

"Fine," Beca pouts, pressing one last kiss to the corner of Chloe's lips in her reluctance to agree. Then she grumbles, laying an arm across the forefront of her eyes,

"Did Amy really have to poke me with her foot to get me to wake up?"

[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

pairing: leo valdez x child of iris!reader

requested?: yes!

translation: full of color

warnings: uhh, mentions of mental health and ?? maybe some typos lmao

category: headcanons, fluff, best friends to lovers

pre-relationship

though, leo saw you around camp often, you caught interest in him before he caught interest in you

i mean, he literally couldn't miss you because your outfits were always bright, whether it was a combination of colors or monochromatic

you and your siblings actually look like a rainbow threw up on you guys, and it's honestly iconic

no one at camp can not notice the children of iris, especially when they're in a herd

one day, you were sitting alone at a picnic table near the lake, and you found yourself drawing him in your sketchbook

you sketched a portrait of him while he spoke to piper at a table nearby

you've always found the floppy curls and how his brightest smiles always look a little manic to be adorable

when you sketched his portrait in your notebook, you didn’t intend for him ever to see it

until a couple of weeks later in the arts and crafts center, leo passed by and caught sight of a new project you were working on

he stopped in his tracks to compliment your drawing

since you were nowhere near done with it, you couldn’t admire the piece as much as he was

but his enthusiasm was so endearing

he politely asked if he could see more, and you didn’t hesitate to slide over your sketchbook

he noticed a lot of your drawings were scenery and people at camp; especially your siblings

he stumbled across a detailed sketch of a woman and her child sitting in a bus

“wow… who’s this?”

“oh, I don’t know. It was just a little girl I saw on the train with her mother.”

“so you just drew her?”

you never realized how weird your habit of drawing random people was until he had asked

you giggled nervously, quick to explain yourself, “I tend to draw people or things that I find beautiful. I wanted to capture how calm and happy she was with her child ‘cause at the time, I was stressed and angry. Watching and drawing her made me calm.”

leo nodded, a faint smile on his lips before looking back down at the drawing. “that’s really cool,” he complimented, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly shy.

And then it hit you

you were so willing to show leo all your works that you had completely forgotten that his portrait was in that book

your pulse thumped loud in your ears, mind racing to figure out a way to take away your sketchbook before he could see it

you ended up spending so long thinking of what to do that he arrived on the page in no time

right before he could see the drawing in its entirety, you slammed the book closed and snatched it

leo’s startled expression turned into a mischievous smirk

“was that me?”

you froze in your place; a squeaky sound escaped your throat in your embarrassment

leo’s brown eyes sparkled as he leaned into you, your gaze fixed on his, “y/n, you think I’m beautiful?”

AHHHH!

^^ that was you in your head btw

leo laughed, amused at your attempt to deny it

“then why did you snatch it away?” he raises an eyebrow before reaching over quickly to grab the sketchbook back

you didn't pull it out of his reach fast enough, leo getting a grip on one side

the two of you pull it back and forth, leo laughing at you as you continued to deny what he saw

though you were incredibly embarrassed, you couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in your chest

gods, of course, this would happen to me, you thought

he got it out of your grip, and you sighed in defeat, watching him flip to the page of him and piper

he was quiet, studying the picture for a second before giving you that playful smirk

“you think I’m beautiful?” he asked again

you playfully rolled your eyes, “it was more piper than you.”

your tone was sarcastic, only fueling leo’s banter with you

“oh really?” he chuckled to himself, “but i’m the only one colored in.”

you were silent at his observation before scoffing, “whatever.”

leo only laughed as you take the book away from him

“don’t you have somewhere to be, fire boy?” you asked and nudged his shoulder

the glint in your eyes made him smile, and he shrugged, “i guess i do. i'll see you around."

you nodded, too shy to do anything else, and he walked off

after that, leo took it upon himself to talk to you every day

leo teased you about the drawing all the time, and he found the way you would play along to be funny

before you both fell in love, you were close friends

you had such an optimistic point of view about life, and it was pretty contagious

somehow when leo was in the dumps about something, you always knew what to say

you were just so easy to talk to, and because of this, your friendship just grew naturally

your first kiss was towards the end of summer

leo invited you to hang out with him in bunker nine at, specifically, 6 pm

you teasingly asked if it was a date, and you remember the way he tensed up a bit

with a mumble, he asked, "what if it is?"

from the tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking

in fact, his tone was hesitant, a part of him was expecting you to reject him

then the heavy pit in his stomach turned light when you smiled and said, "then I'm down."

the grin leo gave you made your heart flutter like crazy

your first date consisted of eating snacks and watching a movie on one of those portable DVD players

You picked up on the tension between you and him, and noticed the opportunities for a kiss kept passing

it was until Leo walked you to your cabin that night did you have a moment of boldness and asked, "so are you going to kiss me or?"

leo's eyes widen in surprise before his face broke out in the familiar smirk he gives when he flirts with you

you rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into you

your first kiss was sweet and soft; a little awkward

his hands hovered over your sides for a second, not sure what to do with them until he decided to rest them on your waist

it was the perfect way to mark the beginning of your relationship

relationship

since you guys are both broke teenagers, you got creative with date nights

you came up with the idea of paint splattering with him

you guys got canvases, covered the walls and floors with plastic to make sure you didn't dirty them

then you filled water balloons with paint and just threw them

despite you guys singing and dancing around in the midst of it, the canvases came out so good

and to commemorate the beginning of your relationship, you hung them up side by side in bunker nine, and when you guys get a place together, you hang them up in the hallway of your apartment

leo is a huge gift giver; as i’ve said before in my “how he shows he loves you” headcanons

he’s made you a lot of things; canvases, jewelry, little trinkets with scrap metal

one of your favorite gifts from him is a suncatcher with rainbow quartz

you fell in love with it and when you move in together, you make sure to hang it up in the kitchen with the bunch of other suncatchers that he’s made you

i love the idea that you would attempt to bring more color in his wardrobe

a lot of his clothes are muted in color; you don’t mind it but you were interested to see what he’d look like in a colorful outfit like yours

To say the least, he was not that enthusiastic and maybe, you shouldn’t have put him in a monochromatic orange outfit but… you still thought he looked cute

leo thought he looked like a traffic cone though so it didn’t stick

it’s okay because you like him the way he is anyways

another thing is that you guys are super supportive of each other and leo loves just how you manage to lift his mood

once leo was having a bad mental health week

you guys were sitting under a tree, looking out at the water

his head laid on your shoulder and small sniffles came from the other

it hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more to make him feel better

then you had the greatest idea to make a rainbow for him

so you did

leo was so stunned when he saw the rainbow form over the lake

he looked at you surprised and when you admitted to making the rainbow for him, the emotion on his face was indescribable

and then you laughed and held him when he started crying because he said it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

another time, you insisted that meditation would be good for him

he literally sat down for like 3 minutes with his eyes closed before he was itching to get up and do something

even when he was sitting down, he was still bouncing his legs and fidgeting

so that fell through too but you still helped him in other ways and he’s so grateful for your optimism and bubbly personality

leo always says that you bring color to everything; literally and figuratively

one of the things you bring color to is his life

and he’s constantly reminding you of this; that his world just feels brighter now that you’re around

and it’s literal too

since you painted the walls of bunker nine a bright orange

he asked you why orange, and you told him because orange encourages productivity, creativity, and most importantly, optimism

it may have also reminded you of the orange outfit you put him into

anyways, you told him that it hurt you to see him get down in the dumps, and you insisted there was no way he could be sad in a bright orange room

needless to say, you were kinda right

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[newtonsheffield]

Hiii i absolutely loved the epilogue, sooo cute and funny and the ending 🥺 but now i have this teeny tiny question if you don't mind how do you imagine the night of the Formal if Katie had actually gone with someone else? like I just know jealous baby Anthony will be so funny, sorry i know that would be like an au of an au of an au (lol) but i just loooove fics with dances because i don't get any of those where i am from

I'm so glad you enjoyed the epilogue of A Letter That You Never Read! I really had no idea when I posted that story that people would like it quite so much but... I guess you guys did?

Anyway I would be more than happy to share with you a tiny taste of Jealous teenage Anthony, quietly brooding away in the corner. @missfairygodmother was also interested in seeing Baby Anthony get a little green eyed over Kate

In this AU of an AU of an AU

Anthony had been nervous all afternoon, well, for weeks, months actually, as he'd tried to pluck up the courage to ask Katie Sheffield if she would go to the formal with him. But every time he'd been around her, he just couldn't choke out the words. She always seemed so far above them all, distancing herself from the mundanity of teenage life, sitting in the corner of the cafeteria quietly reading a book while idiots hit each other with the dinner trays around her, her eyes rolling slightly as she walked past them. So he hadn't done it.

But he'd found himself considering what she would like, when he picked out his suit. Her backpack was green, was that her favourite colour? Would she like it if he wore a tie that colour? What flowers would she like to see on his buttonhole? Roses? or tulips or peonies or something else completely?

"Why don't you ask Katie to go with you?" His mother had said gently as they'd stood in the store and the woman taking his measurements had asked what his partner was wearing. "She doesn't want to go with me, Mum." He'd mumbled, more than a little embarrassed, deeply regretting the incidents that had caused her to become aware of his futile crush. "Did you ask her?" He shook his head "She barely says anything to me, Mum. She doesn't like me back." And his cheeks had burned with shame His mother had sighed, "I don't suppose it's occurred to you that she might also be too nervous to say anything?" And while Anthony had scoffed, he'd desperately hoped that she was right, even though he knew the very last word that would ever be used to describe Katie Sheffield was nervous.

Be'd told himself, as he got ready, that when he got there, and he saw her, he'd ask her to dance. He would, he would find the courage somehow. And he would tell her that his heart wanted to beat out of his chest whenever he saw her, that he thought she was beautiful and smart, and funny and he wanted to know her. He'd arrived and loitered nervously in the corner of the school gymnasium and then he saw her, and his heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest.

Kate had walked in, heartbreakingly beautiful, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, just like always, her glasses abandoned for the night, which made Anthony frown a little, but that wasn't why his heart broke. No, she was arm in arm with someone else. She paused at the doorway, listening to something her annoyingly handsome and square jawed partner said, her face breaking into a wide smile as he finished. Anthony felt something white hot rip through his chest seething at the back of the other boy's head as they walked further into the room.

Whoever he was, Anthony had never seen him before, but he looked older, a little more mature, and Anthony hated him. Petulantly despised him, almost as much as he despised himself for not asking her. She already has a boyfriend you idiot, of course she does, because you're a fuckwit and she's incredible.

He stood stock still in the corner jealousy tearing through him for god knows how long, wincing as he saw her boyfriend smile down at her, his fingers lightly brushing the flowers at her wrist. Roses Anthony noted, despising the pink tulips currently on his buttonhole. "You could have just asked her yourself you know. She's here with him because he actually asked her." Simon's voice said gently, as he followed Anthony's line of vision as Katie's boyfriend laughed. "Fuck Off Si." Anthony spat out, hating the truth of it, unable to stand in the room another minute he swept outside ignoring her completely as he past, leaning against the side of the building his chest aching.

"Anthony? Are you okay?" Of course she was here. Standing just a few feet away from him, the green of her dress shining in the soft lighting, an Amy Shark song, Adore playing in the background he realised a little belatedly because of course it was. "Yeah, fine. Why wouldn't I be?" He said, ignoring the lump in his throat. "Are you having a good time? Your boyfriend seems nice." Her brow furrowed just a little, her lower lip caught between her teeth. "You just looked kind of upset." Her voice was so soft, her eyes so concerned that right here, in this moment, it was so easy for him to pretend that she felt the same way he did. But she didn't. "Freddie's nice, we always have a good time together." Katie and Freddie. They even had matching names, his stomach churned while his chest burned with jealousy, and he instantly felt sick because he was making this so much about himself, when he should have been glad to see her happy.

Anthony nodded. "You look really nice tonight, Katie." He couldn't help himself. Her eyes widened for a second before she smiled. "Thanks, it's amazing what happens when a girl takes off her glasses right?" "It doesn't have anything to do with that." Anthony said sharply, his eyes catching hers. Surely she knew how beautiful she was. Silence echoed between them for several moments before "Katie?" A male voice called out softly, Freddie appearing seconds later. Katie smiled at him when he arrived, and Anthony's stomach churned again. He wondered for one wild moment, what it would have been like if she never came, if he never came, then he could have gone on pretending he had a chance forever.

"Sorry, Mate, I don't think we've been introduced, Freddie." He said turning towards Anthony, his hand outstretched. Anthony stared down at it for a second and then gritted his teeth. "Freddie this is Anthony." Katie said lightly and Freddie did the oddest thing, his eyes widened, a smirk on his face as he looked between them. "Anthony, I'm so glad to meet you!" He said, suddenly overflowing with happiness. Anthony felt his brow furrow as Katie ducked her head embarrassed. "Mate, I wonder if you could do me a favour, I hurt my leg at Rugby this week." Of course he's a rugby player, Anthony thought savagely. "And I think someone ought to dance with Katie." Anthony's heart stopped. Katie looked nothing short of aghast. "Freddie!" She hissed angrily, nudging him "Anthony, you don't have to,- I'm not- Freddie I'm telling my Mum on you!" Anthony's brow furrowed again, he was missing something here, something he couldn't quite place but he wasn't going to miss the opportunity. He cut across Freddie's "Please, Auntie's not going to do-" "I want to dance with you!" Katie's head nearly shot off her shoulders as it swivelled towards him. Anthony felt his hand ruffle his hair nervously, cursing himself. "If you want to... dance with me that is." He couldn't breathe as her eyes flicked over his face, more than a little guarded until she said.

"Okay. I'd like that." Anthony felt his face break into a bright smile, his heart pounding in his chest as he tugged her back though the doors, leading her to the dance floor, his heart pounding as she wrapped her arms a little awkwardly around him, standing so lose he could count the tiny line of freckles on her nose. Content silence between them as the music swelled in the background. And then everything came slipping from his chest. She was so close he just couldn't help it.

"I really wanted to ask you to come tonight. And I'm sorry, I know it's not fair because you're with Freddie, but I've liked you for a really long time and I can't let you go away to University thinking don't care about you." He was breathing a little heavily by the end of his speech, the warring emotions that had been playing on him all night finally getting the better of him as Katie stared at him, dumbstruck. Anthony let his hands drop. "And now i've made you uncomfortable, I'm really sorry. Sorry." God he had to get out of here, tears were pushing at the back of his throat, clouding his vision, and then her hand caught his. "Freddie is my cousin!" She said, all in a rush, "Well, my step mum's second cousin's son. But I had to bring him because I didn't have anyone else and I was too nervous to come by myself but I really wanted to see you one last time and-" Anthony couldn't help himself, his heart was beating out of his chest as he leaned towards her, cutting off whatever she'd been about to say with his lips on hers.

Her lips were soft against his, unmoving for a moment, before her hands tugged him more tightly against her, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of his neck. There was a small smilie on her lips when Anthony pulled back, a broad grin on his own. " I've wanted to do that for a really long time." "Was it worth the wait do you think?" "Abso-fucking-lutely." Their lips met again with a small giggle, and even though Anthony had just said the most embarrassing thing he possibly could have said after kissing a girl, he really couldn't bring himself to care.

[recollins]

hi! can you do one of reid and he has a secret girlfriend/fiance/wife (idk your choice haha) that the team doesnt know about then something happens to spencer (hospital maybe) or the team meets her by chance and everyone is surprised and start piecing together why reid declined to go out all those times and stuff? you have free reign over this drabble I know it'll turn out great anyways! thanks!!

Of course! This is so cute! Sorry, I know this took a hot minute, but I apparently don’t have the ability to write short drabbles (and of course my internet went out for like an hour when I was ready to post 🙄). I hope you don’t mind it went a little long, hopefully you enjoy this!

Pairing: Spencer x Female Reader Words: 3,531 Content: Fluff Warnings: Knife injury, stitches Masterlist

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The tentative hand tugging on your pencil skirt was right on time. With a smile, you sat the stack of book returns on the shelf and turned to smile at your favorite visitor. As soon as she saw she had your attention, June held up the most recent book you’d recommended to her, beaming as she said excitedly,

“Zero found his mom! I was happy he was gonna live with Stanley but now he has his her too!”

“See? And you were worried it wasn’t gonna be a happy ending,” you teased the enthusiastic seven-year-old as you crouched down to her level. “Did you like it?”

June nodded enthusiastically, her blonde curls bouncing wildly with the movement. “I loved it! I would’a been so scared with all those lizards though! I don’t know how Zero and Stanley were so brave!”

“It’s not easy to be brave, but doing the right thing can show you that you’re a lot stronger than you might believe,” you told her, and to your surprise you saw uncertainty clouding her soft blue eyes.  

“Miss (Y/N), do you think I could be brave?”

You nodded and reached up giving her chin a gentle squeeze before you stood. “You already are. I mean, you walk here from school every day by yourself. That’s pretty brave, if you ask me.”

To your surprise, June dropped her eyes and gave her small shoulders a dismissive shrug. “I’m not as brave as my big brother. He can climb all the way to the top of our tree and I’m too scared to even go past the first branch.”

As you did every Wednesday, you rested a hand on June’s shoulder and led her with you over to the children’s section of the library. Instead of instantly taking her to seek out a new book for the week, you led her to the reading nook and nudged her towards one of the chairs as you sat across from her.

“You remember Dr. Reid, don’t you?” you prompted, and June’s smile flickered back to her face as she gave an eager nod. How could she not? Spencer had come by the Story Circle – a kids book club you hosted every Saturday – and had eagerly joined in on your discussion of that month’s book, The Hobbit.

Though not [as] gifted as Spencer Reid (honestly, you didn’t think anyone else really was), June was an incredibly smart little girl and read well over her normal age group. It turned out that The Hobbit was one of her favorite books, and she and Spencer had spent hours talking about it after the club had ended.

“Well, he’s an FBI agent. Remember?” June nodded again. “Do you think he’s brave?”

“He is,” she confirmed instantly, and a smile came to your face. “He’s probably the bravest person ever!”

“I think so too,” you admitted, grinning back at her. But you think your brother’s pretty brave too, huh?”

June nodded, a little slower this time, trying to figure out the point you were about to make. “But he’s not an FBI agent like Dr. Reid.”

“He’s not. But he can still be brave, because there are different kinds of braveness in the world. Dr. Reid goes out and finds bad guys, and your brother can climb trees and not get scared.” June’s brow furrowed as you added pointedly, “and you walk all the way to the library by yourself. Everyone’s brave in their own way, but Dr. Reid’s bravery isn’t any different from yours. They’re all just as important, and all just as impressive.”

June’s smile took up her whole face, and to your surprise she hopped off her chair and rushed over to hug you tight. You laughed and hugged her back as she said, “thank you Miss (Y/N). you know what?” You pulled back and raised a brow at her in question. “You’re just like Gandalf. You’re wise and you always say things that make other people feel better. Like he does with Bilbo!”

You laughed with her as you got to your feet, taking her hand to lead her towards the shelves you wanted. “So then does that make you Bilbo?”

“Uh-huh. And Dr. Reid is Thorin, ‘cause he’s really smart and clever, but he’s really nice too. And he’s a leader. And he’s probably brave enough to fight Smaug.”

“I bet you’re right,” you agreed, already looking forward to telling Spencer all about this tonight. He loves little kids, and knowing June thought about him so highly would definitely make his day. “You know, speaking of bravery and dragons… I think I know a good book for you this week.”

You paused at the end of one of the aisles and knelt down – June following your movement – and you tugged out a book you’d been waiting to recommend to her. She took your offering and studied the cover as she read out,

“The Two Princesses of Bamarre?”

“Yep. Do you remember reading Ella Enchanted last month?” June nodded slowly. “This was written by the same author. It’s about a little sister who has to be really brave and go on an adventure to save her big sister. There’s dragons, ogres, and fairies in this one.”

June’s eyes widened with every word, and as you both stood she peeked up at you. “And true love?”

That was what the two of you shared – you were both hopeless romantics.

“Would I give you a fairytale story without that?” June giggled and shook her head. You nudged her gently back towards the reading nook, knowing her mom wouldn’t be by to pick her up for another hour at least. “I’ve got to finish putting the books away, so you get started on that and see if you like it, alright?”

“Thanks Miss (Y/N)!” she said eagerly, already cracking the book open on her way. You just grinned and shook your head as you headed back to the books you’d left on the shelf. The front desk phone ringing hadn’t even caught your attention, and you were just grabbing the books again when the other librarian Amy came bustling over to you, handset held out.

“It’s Stafford Hospital asking for you,” she whispered, and instantly your stomach flipped. Why was a hospital several cities over be calling for you? Warily you took the handset and said,

“This is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Miss (Y/L/N), this is Nurse Lesser from Stafford Hospital. We’re calling you because you’re listed as the emergency medical contact for Spencer Reid.”

You nearly dropped the phone, sucking in a sharp breath as your heart skittered to a stop. “Oh my god, is he okay?”

“I’m sorry ma’am, I’m not able to go into specifics right now, but if you’d be able to come down and speak with –“

“Yes, yes, I’m on my way,” you said quickly, already racing for the front desk. As soon as the call ended you practically threw the handset back to Amy as you grabbed your purse. “I’ve got to go, I’m so sorry. I’ll see you later!”

Amy didn’t even get a chance to respond before you were booking it to your car.

The normally fifteen minute drive to the hospital took you less than ten; you’d be sure not to ever mention how many traffic laws you’d broken to get there so fast. Not that you really cared about that, though. Your mind was in overdrive, heart stuttering painfully against your ribs, lungs refusing to let you get a full breath. All you could hear was emergency medical contact for Spencer Reid.

Heels and all, you practically sprinted through the ER parking lot, desperate to find out what had happened. You and Spencer had been dating for just about five months now, and though he’d listed you as his contact as soon as you’d made things official, this was the first call you’d ever gotten for it. You knew dating an FBI agent came with risks like this, but you really hadn’t been prepared for the instant panic and fear that came with knowing Spencer had been hurt.

Once inside, though, you had no idea where to go or what to do. Maybe you should’ve thought to ask that during the call, but you’d flown into panic hyperdrive and had been on a one-track-mind purpose of getting to your boyfriend as fast as possible.

You paused in the lobby for several moments, looking around desperately until you spotted someone that looked like a nurse.

“Excuse me!” you called, racing after him. The young man paused and looked back at you as you asked quickly, “I-I got a call. I’m an emergency contact for a patient –“

“Which patient, ma’am?” he asked, glancing down at a clipboard in his hand.

“Dr. Spencer Reid. He’s with the FBI, I don’t know – they wouldn’t tell me what’s wrong –“

“I’m sorry ma’am, he’s not one of my patients. If you want to wait in the lobby –“

“You don’t understand. I need to know – can you just please find out where he is? Spencer Reid. R-E-I-D. They just called me –“

“I’m sorry, did you say Spencer Reid?” a woman asked from behind you. As soon as you were distracted the nurse practically bolted from your side, but you were too busy studying the group of people behind you.

The woman who had spoken – a petite, beautiful blonde – was coming up to you, confused concern on her face. You recognized her instantly from Spencer’s description of his team, and for a moment you worried he’d be upset. He hadn’t wanted you to meet his coworkers just yet – and certainly not like this – but right now that didn’t matter.

“You must be JJ,” you started, not missing the blink of alarm she gave you as she nodded slowly.

“Yeah… I am. I’m sorry, who are you?”

Oh, right. That had probably been a lot creepier than you’d meant.

“No, I’m sorry. That was super weird of me. I’m (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), Spencer’s girlfriend. He’s told me all about you guys.”

JJ and the others behind her all made noises of surprise. One of the men you recognized as Derek Morgan actually choked on his coffee as he spluttered, “I’m sorry, you’re what now?!”

Heat flooded your cheeks when you realized everyone was staring at you like you’d just sprouted a second head. Nervously you brought your hands together in front of you, fingers twisting together as you repeated a little quieter, “um, I’m Spencer’s girlfriend?”

“Spencer has a –“ a beautiful dark-haired woman scoffed, mouth hanging open as she tried to think of a way to finish that sentence. She must be Emily. “I had no idea Spencer had a girlfriend.”

“Surprise?” you offered, almost instantly cringing at how stupid that was. Thankfully, one of the older men seated behind the others gave an amused snort. Derek, Emily, and JJ all turned to stare at him as Emily asked incredulously,

“What, did you know about this, Rossi?”

“Of course not,” the man – apparently David Rossi – scoffed as he nodded at you. “But unlike you all it doesn’t surprise me that our resident genius would be dating a beautiful librarian. It doesn’t get any more Spencer Reid than that.”

Your cheeks were burning now as the others made noises of agreement. The last man to speak stepped forward and held out his hand to you.

“As I assume you already know, I’m Aaron Hotchner.”

“Spencer’s unit chief,” you confirmed, shaking his hand. “Though I never pictured it like this, it’s really great to meet you all finally.”

“It’s great to know you exist,” Derek quipped; Emily smacked his arm.

“You don’t know why Spence is here?” JJ prompted, and the surprise of meeting your boyfriend’s team flickered out the moment you remembered why you were here. At the look you gave her she said quickly, “don’t worry, he’s fine. He was cut by an UnSub we were chasing and he needed some stitches. We’re just waiting for the doctor to give us the clear to see him.”

Rossi patted the chair beside him and invited, “you’re more than welcome to sit with us, if we haven’t scared you off.”

“Of course not,” you smiled, taking him up on his offer and settling beside him. The others gathered a little closer, clearly ready to learn more about you. Derek wasted no time on jumping into the questions.

“So (Y/N), how long have you and Reid been dating?”

“Five months on the 18th,” you told him with a smile. His eyes widened in surprise and he made a noise of absolute shock.

“You’ve been datin’ for almost half a year and we didn’t know you existed?!”

“Um, surprise again?” you offered, getting a snort out of JJ this time. “I’m sorry. Spencer said he was waiting for the right time. He wanted to give us time to get comfortable with our relationship and make sure things were serious, and then things have just kept coming up. He definitely didn’t want to spring it on you like… well, exactly like it just happened…”

“He was going to tell us at the Halloween party, wasn’t he?” Emily asked you, and at the bewildered head nod you gave her she explained, “he was insistent we would all be there, and when we had to fly out on a case he was really upset. I thought it was just because he has an unnatural love for Halloween, but…”

“Wait,” JJ cut in, snapping her fingers. “When we invited him to lunch last week and he’d said he had to return a library book…”

The team around you ahh’d as they all chuckled. You looked around, still not getting their amusement, but thankfully Rossi caught on to your uncertainty.

“Reid’s been acting dodgy with us lately, and we’ve all been trying to pinpoint it. I can honestly tell you it’s a relief to know he’s in a relationship, not the mob.”

“You’re the only one that thought that,” Emily started, and from behind her, Aaron cleared his throat.

“No he wasn’t.”

The others turned to give him incredulous looks as JJ asked him, “you actually thought Spencer Reid was in the mob?”

“Hey, you and JJ thought he was in a fight club!” Rossi defended, and this time you had to snort.

“A fight club?” you laughed; Emily just offered a shrug as JJ said,

“He had bruises on his – oh.”

Ah, there was the burning in your cheeks again. The others laughed as Derek rubbed his hands together, looking around.

“Guess this means you all owe me your bets.” At the noise of protest around him, he said quickly, “I was the closest! I said he was crushin’ on someone!”

“You guys had money on his caginess?” you asked them with a bemused laugh. JJ, Rossi, and Hotch gave you apologetic smiles as Emily argued,

“That doesn’t count. Garcia wins, she said he had a secret girlfriend.”

“That’s not even fair,” Derek grumbled, shaking his head and crossing his arms irritably. “How is it the only one of us that was right is the one who isn’t even a profiler?”

Before they could go any further a voice called out, “I’m looking for Spencer Reid’s emergency contact, Miss (Y/L/N)?”

Instantly you scrambled out of your seat, rushing past the others to the Doctor peering down at you.

“Yes, that’s me. Is Spencer okay?”

“Yes ma’am. I’m happy to report he’s just fine,” he assured, and the group around you all made noises of relief. “He needed a decent amount of stitches but the blood loss was minimal and luckily there won’t be any long term damage. He’s ready for visitors, if you’d like me to take you back.”

Though you wanted to see him you didn’t feel right stepping in front of his team. They were his family and he’d known them all much longer than he’d known you. But when you looked back at them, JJ and Emily ushered you to go first.

“Go warn him that we’ve met, because as soon as we see him, he ain’t livin’ this down,” Derek assured you, giving a playful grin. With a laugh, you just gave a nod and followed the Doctor back into the patient rooms.

Spencer looked up at the sound of your heels, a huge smile spreading over his face. Though you instantly smiled back, you made a noise of distress seeing his bandaged arm. Rushing to his side, you gingerly took his arm and held it up, running your fingers lightly over the wrappings.

“Baby, are you okay?” you asked softly, looking up at him in concern. Spencer smiled and reached out, cupping your face with his free hand and brushing his thumb over your cheek in comfort.

“I’m just fine. I’m so sorry, I wanted to call and let you know what’d happened, but I left my phone in the SUV. I know the call from the hospital had to have taken you by surprise.”

“You know…” you started, giving him a smile as you leaned into his touch. “Not as much as finding your team in the waiting room did.”

He actually gasped, his mouth dropping into a shocked ‘O’ as he stared at you in mild horror. “Oh no. I – I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t even think about that. I didn’t mean to throw you to them like that –“

“Spencer it’s okay,” you laughed. “It wasn’t what we’d talked about but I liked meeting them. Although apparently they were making bets about why you kept ducking out of things with them.”

He frowned, an adorable pout coming over his face. “They do that a lot. And they give [me] a hard time for being from Vegas…”

With a laugh, you finally let go of his arm and reached up, cupping his face with both your hands and pulling him down into a kiss. He hummed against your lips, the hand on your cheek sliding into your hair to hold you to him. Your lips moved against one another softly, tongues brushing briefly before you broke apart to keep from going farther.

“I’m really glad you’re okay,” you said softly, letting your fingers slide over his face to sweep his hair back behind his ears. “Did you catch the guy that did this?”

He nodded, a hint of pride in his soft brown eyes as he gave you a smile. “I did, actually. We managed to stop him before he killed a teen, and even did it without him taking his own life. He cut into me instead of his neck. It was close.”

You knew how bad that must’ve shaken him. Spencer had told you his hardest cases were the ones he had to watch someone take their life, almost more so than the cases with kids. To hear he’d been the hero warmed you to your core, and you knew exactly what would make him even happier.

“It’s funny, I was just telling June about how brave Dr. Reid was, and you go and prove me right.”

As expected, Spencer’s face lit up with a smile at that and he sat up a little taller. “You told her I was brave?”

“I did,” you confirmed. “And it’s been decided that she’s Bilbo, I’m Gandalf, and you’re Thorin.”

“I’m Thorin?” he asked in surprise, and you gave an eager nod. “Why?”

“According to June, you’re smart, nice, and clever. She’s a pretty perceptive first grader.”

Of all the things you loved about Spencer, his genuine humility was one of his best qualities. You knew he didn’t see himself for the incredible man he truly was, and watching the soft blush on his cheeks at June’s compliment warmed your heart even further.

Before you could sweet talk your boyfriend any further, though, you heard commotion in the hallway. The rest of Spencer’s team all piled into the room, with Derek in the lead, a phone to his ear.

“Oh yeah, baby girl. I’ve got him right here. I’ll let him tell you why he kept his girlfriend from us for five months.”

Spencer’s eyes widened as Derek held out the phone; he shook his head and Derek gave a deadpan frown. When Spencer refused again, his friend stepped up and pressed the phone to his face.

“No, Morgan, I don’t – oh, uh, hey Garcia –“

You could hear the squeaking of a very upset woman on the other end and you laughed along with the team as JJ and Emily came up on either side of you.

“So, (Y/N), how does dinner with the team Saturday night sound?” Emily mused, and JJ elaborated,

“We have about six months of embarrassing Reid to make up for, and Rossi makes a mean lasagna. You in?”

“Oh, I’m definitely in,” you laughed, catching Spencer’s eye as he rambled off a desperate apology to the phone in Derek’s hand. He raised his brows to you, silently asking, is this okay?

The smile and wink you gave him assured that yes, this was better than okay. This was as close to perfect as meeting someone’s family would ever get.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Riverdale//without you i’d be nothing

Request: Reader plays a Northsider River Vixen on Riverdale and when the show’s on hiatus the cast takes a trip to New Orleans and her boyfriend Douglas Booth invites them to see him film a scene as Nikki Sixx for the Netflix movie The Dirt and he and reader are super cute after he finishes the scene and the cast totally ships them. The scene is from the YouTube video The Dirt - Shout at the Devil/with backstage (Turkish subtitle). Nikki’s bass guitar in the opening of the scene is really cool.

hey! i really hope you like this!! and i also hope you’re having a good day! 

“Hey guys! It’s me, Madelaine and welcome to the last day of shooting before our hiatus!” Madelaine beams into the camera and you lift your head up from your phone to watch her talk excitedly at the camera. 

“I’m sort of sad because I’m gonna miss all of these.” She does a twirl to show off the rest of the cast sat waiting to start filming and they all take a break from talking to wave and smile at the camera. “But I am very excited for the break. Plus, we won’t really be away from each other for long because in a few days we’re going on holiday!! Aren’t we guys!” She asks and zooms in on Charles while he scrolls through his phone. 

“Huh?” He asks when he feels everyone looking at him. You all stifle a laugh before looking back at Madelaine again. 

“Okay, let’s see what everyone is doing.” She smiles playfully and wiggles her eyebrows before flipping the camera and choosing who to annoy first. “KJ. What are you doing?” 

“Eating.” He replies through a mouthful of food before glaring at the red-head. 

“Vanessa?” 

“Ignoring you.” She replies, not bothering to look up from her phone. 

“You know, you all think that Vanessa is lovely, but this is what I have to put up with.” Madelaine frowns. “What about you Y/n?” She asks and you glance at her before sending your text. 

“She’s texting her boyfriend.” Jordan teases as he looks over your shoulder and you roll your eyes at his childishness. “Aww, they’re sending each other kisses. And now she’s opening Instagram and liking a picture of him-wait, that’s not his real hair is it?” He asks and you send him a look. 

“Of course not.” You laugh. “It’s his costume, for the Mötley Crüe movie.” 

“Ohh.” He replies. “Okay.” He starts again, faking a British accent and you roll your eyes again. “Now, she is liking the photo of her boyfriend and his cast members. She’s typing something and now she’s going into her notes and typing something else. It’s for me, and it says Jordan...fuck off.” He trails off and a playful pout replaces his smile. 

“Somebody please send help.” Madelaine deadpans as she flips the camera back. “I’m gonna have to put up with all of this for another week.” 

“Holy shit.” Madelaine mouths as she shoves the camera in her backpack. The rest of the cast are just as mesmerised with the stage set up in front of them. 

The stage is more light than actual stage and for a while you can’t really decipher between the lights and the many, many speakers they have. Four microphones are dotted around the black stage, just waiting for sound. The guitar amps wait to be plugged in and you remember watching Douglas walk in and out of your bedroom as he tried to master the way Nickki Sixx would walk on stage. Tommy Lee’s drum sits at the back of the stage and the pentagram really brings the whole dark aesthetic together. 

It genuinely looks like one of their shows. After Doug was offered the role, the two of you sat and watched countless videos of their shows together, just so he could really get into his role.

Normally you’d join them in staring wide-eyed at the bright set, but you’re too excited to see Doug that you can barely take in anything surrounding you other than him. Your eyes scan the countless people passing by. Crew members carrying large speakers and microphones back and forth, and hundreds of extra’s mill about around you, making you feel like you’ve just walked through a time machine. 

You feel eyes on you and it’s only when you look back at them do you realize you were bouncing slightly. 

“Be cool.” Jordan shakes his head and you flip him off making him feign offence. 

“Can I help you guys?” A woman asks and you quickly direct your attention to her. 

“Hi!” You beam. “Douglas Booth invited us to watch him. He said he got the okay from the director. I’m Y/n, his girlfriend. Nice to meet you!” You smile and stick your hand out in front of her. She blinks, trying to process what you’ve just said in the short space of time before a small smile twitches at her lips and she introduces herself. 

“I’m Amy.” She replies. “And I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet you in person instead of being shown countless of pictures of you.” She teases and your cheeks heat up.

Cami and Lili share a look before nudging you and you stare at the floor, too embarrassed to look at them again. 

“Come with me.” She tells the rest of the group. “And help yourself to snacks and drinks.” She says and everyone’s head’s perk up at the mention of food. “We’re just about to film, they’re putting the final touches to everything, but if I see Doug I’ll let him know you’re here.” 

“Thank you!” You grin and sit down. Behind the camera’s are a bunch of seats, none of which match and it’s a race between the ten of you to get the comfiest seats first. It ends in KJ and Casey standing and they grumble quietly to each other while the rest of you smile sarcastically back at them. 

“Okay. Quiet on set!” Someone shouts and you stand up to crane your neck over the camera’s. For a second everything’s quiet, and then the lights go up and everyone screams. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, from Los Angeles, Mötley Crüe!”

Douglas looks out into the crowd and your sure he’s seen you, despite the room full of people. Then the lights come up and the spark machines go off leaving all you to stare in awe at what is happening. 

The sound of drums pound along with your heart while you watch your boyfriend transform into somebody else in front of your very eyes. He strums the guitar in time and hops backwards while looking out into the darkened crowd and you follow his gaze, wanting to see what he’s seeing. 

You watch as the camera zooms in on Douglas’ strumming and you nudge Cami excitledy as you point proudly at him. She stifles a laugh before the two of you continuing watching. 

“Title track is from our up and coming album. We call it ‘Shout At The Devil’” Danny shouts and the crowd goes wild. The camera zooms in on Iwan playing guitar.  

‘Shout, shout, shout!” They sing, the camera zooming into each of them, focusing longer on Colson as he twirls the drum sticks around in his fingers.  “Shout, shout, shout! Shout at the devil.” Danny kicks his leg out and does a spin before starting to sing again and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. 

They all look so cool! Especially Douglas and you can understand why bands back in the day had so many groupies if they did stuff like this on the stage. The atmosphere is electric and it’s not even a real concert, so you can only dream of what it would feel like to be at a real one.  “He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night. He's the blood stain on the stage.” Danny points out into the crowd and you hear a few screams and squeals making you laugh. “He's the tear in your eye. Been tempted by his lie.” Douglas rocks back and forth, and despite your earlier teasing through texts about the wig, it does look good when he’s up there head banging. “He's the knife in your back, he's rage!” Colson raises a hand in the air before banging the drums again. 

Danny leans forward, his voice going up an octave and you watch impressed. “He's the razor to the knife. Oh, lonely is our lives. My head's spinning 'round and 'round.” He points out into the crowd again and you catch Pete Davidson’s eye. 

Colson throws a drumstick in the air again before drumming, and you don’t know where to look anymore. There’s so many incredible things happening and you wish you could film this or take a picture or something so you can remember. It’s going to be amazing when you see it in the actual film, but to see it being recorded in real life, that’s something you don’t think any movie theatre will be able to live up to. 

“But in the seasons of wither, we'll stand and deliver. Be strong and laugh and-” 

“Shout, shout, shout. Shout at the devil! Shout, shout, shout!” Flames erupt from the stage during each beat and all ten of your eyes widen when you see someone flash the band. They head bang and jump around and your eyes widen each second that passes. 

But it’s over far sooner than you’d like it to be. You could spent forever watching your boyfriend pretend to be a famous rockstar, and you’re surprised at how at home he looks up on stage. 

The band shout and cheer, before the director shouts cut and they suddenly all erupt into laughter. Douglas and Iwan high five before they disappear off stage and previously still crew members start moving again. They hurry past you, with props, costumes and coffee in hand. 

And you wait excitedly for Douglas to appear. 

“So, we’re on the set of a super important Netflix movie. We’ve just watched them film literally the best thing ever. Like I have goosebumps, look. Anyway, I’m not gonna show you much, but I am going to show you this.” Madelaine whispers, a soft smile lighting up her face before she flips the camera and zooms in on you and Douglas. 

You wrap your arms around him and he picks you up, twirling you around making you squeal. He puts you back on the floor and wastes no time in capturing your lips in a kiss. You’ve been waiting months to kiss him again and it was definitely worth it, even if he is wearing that ridiculously large wig. 

“I’ve missed you so much baby.” You mumble against his lips. 

“Me too.” He replies and kisses you again. 

Madelaine flips the camera back to her and she pouts in response to how cute the two of you are. 

“She hasn’t shut up about him since he invited us out here.” She says and rolls her eyes. “It’s been the only thing we’ve heard. Hasn’t it V?” She asks the shorter girl as she walks behind her. 

“What?” Vanessa asks and takes a sip of the coffee Cole stole for her from the snack table. 

“Y/n and Doug.” It’s only three words, but it sets Vanessa off into a whole ramble about how excited you’ve been to see him. 

“It’s a good job they’re cute.” She replies making Vanessa giggle and the two of them watch as you and Doug catch up with each other. You move his wig from his face and he smiles thankfully, before kissing your cheek. “Something that isn’t cute though is these two.” Madelaine interrupts her own vlog by swapping the camera again and zooming in on Jordan and Drew taking pictures of each other with badly put on wigs. 

Her and Vanessa shake their head and watch as they laugh loudly and try to knock the other ones off their head. However their laughter soon dies down when a crew member comes over and scolds them for tampering with props, and now it’s Vanessa and Madelaine’s’s turn to laugh. 

“I can’t wait for the internet to see that.” Vanessa giggles before sending a disapproving look at the two men now pouting sadly in the corner. 

“Knowing them, it’ll just make more people love them.” Madelaine rolls her eyes. She turns the camera off and lets Vanessa lead her to where the majority of the cast are. 

“Hi guys.” Douglas introduces himself nervously and the conversations slowly die out. You stand beside Doug, your hand in his to keep him calm and a reassuring smile on your face. 

He’s never normally nervous when meeting new people, however he’s only ever met a few of these people a handful of times and he knows how important they are to you so he wants to make the best impression he possibly can. 

Although, you’re pretty sure he already has done with that they’ve just watched. You’re sure that could turn even the most cynical and hard to impress people, so you’re not worried. 

“Hi!” They all reply, each of them moving to shake his hand first. 

“Can I just say, that was great. I’ve never seen anything like it!” Drew gushes and Doug waves him off bashfully. 

“Seriously. Y/n is very lucky.” Jordan replies making you shove him lightly. 

“I’m definitely the lucky one.” Doug replies and kisses you gently. Your friends roll their eyes and gag in response, but you know they’re doing it out of love. 

“So, how are you all enjoying New Orleans?” He changes the subject.

“We haven’t really seen much of it. We got here yesterday and we spent the majority of it sleeping.” Casey explains making him frown. 

“Why don’t we go sightseeing.” He smiles. “Before you guys get kicked out.” He adds and looks at Jordan and Drew who smile back awkwardly. 

“You guys go ahead.” You interrupt. “We’ll catch up with you.” 

“Ooo.” KJ teases and you flip him off making him laugh loudly. “Get out.” You shove him and Lili grabs his arm pulling him towards the exit. The rest of the gang follow until it’s just you and Doug standing in an empty room. You’re only company is the very large snack table and various chairs dotted around the room. 

“I’ve missed you so fucking much.” You admit and wrap him into a tight hug. He wheezes at the force but hugs you back and warmth fills your chest. “You were also amazing up there. I mean, it was like I was at a proper concert!” You ramble proudly and he rolls his eyes. “You are so talented.” 

“Nah.” He shakes his head and you send him a glare. “It was all you, you’re my good luck charm.” 

---

March 18, 2019, ArcLight, Hollywood. 

The fabric of your dress, bunches and un-bunches in your clammy palm. The pale blue silk is soft against your skin and it’s quite a comforting feeling, it’s good to know that you can still feel something, even if the rest of you does feel numb. 

Camera’s flash outside the tinted windows of the black car, and you can hear hundreds of people shouting and screaming. The last time you were at a movie premiere, it didn’t feel anything like this, and it’s not even your movie. You wonder if you maybe need to do more than two acting jobs to get used to stuff like this, maybe you never get used to it. 

The more you think of it, the weirder it feels. All of those people lining the streets and wanting to take pictures of you. Riverdale premiers feel a whole lot less scary than movie ones. You thought it was because you always have your friends around you, or maybe because you’ve been to every single one of them since the show started, you kind of know what to expect as they’re all the same. 

But then you glance at Doug and you feel a whole new set of nerves creep up on you. He looks so good in his suit, and you watch his fingers tap anxiously against his knee as the two of you wait for the door to opened. 

Maybe you’re more nervous because it’s him. You have no reason to be though, the small part that you saw being filmed was amazing, and if the whole film is like that, then he’s got nothing to worry about. But you know he’s nervous and maybe that’s what’s making you feel the same. 

“Doug?” You place a gentle hand over his, stilling the movements of his fingers and he looks back at you, his expression softening as he takes you in. 

“You look beautiful.” He smiles and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You reply and he rolls his eyes. “Are you okay?” You ask and the question seems to take him by surprise.

“Yeah-I. Why wouldn’t I be?” He stutters and you send him a look. He knows you can read him like a book, it’s something you seemed to have mastered by the first day you met him. 

“You just seem a little nervous.” You shrug and give his hand a squeeze. 

“I’m okay.” He shakes his head. “Maybe just a little bit. But nerves are good.” He finishes and you look at him unsure. “Why? Are you nervous?” 

“A little bit.” You admit and drop his gaze. His finger hooks under your chin and pulls it up again so you can look at him. His hazel eyes seem to see straight through you and the way he’s looking at you makes your heartbeat increase. For a few seconds, it just feels like the two of you sitting in the tiny cab. 

The rest of the world disappears, it’s just you and him, and that’s all you could ever really need.  

“Come on, you’ve done scarier things. Remember when you found out you had to do that British accent. I’m pretty sure you told me, you’d considered dropping out of the film.” He says and you nod your head. 

“I suppose, yeah.” You agree. “That was very nerve-racking. Especially when I had to do it in front of the cutest British boy I’d ever met.” You add and he rolls his eyes playfully. The two of you giggle quietly to yourselves

“We’re ready for you.” A tall man dressed all in black tells you once opening the door. You look at Doug and the two of you take a deep breath. 

“Are you ready?” You ask and he nods slowly. 

“As I’ll ever be.” He grins and you mirror it. The nerves turning to excitement when you think about how proud you are of him. “Wait!” He shouts and you freeze, dropping your purse in fright. “Sorry.” He apologises awkwardly and you roll your eyes at him. “I just wanted to get a picture with you before we’re both whisked off by our adorning fans. I want to show off how lucky I am, and I want Danny to see what he’s missing.”

“Where did you say he was again?” 

“He’s off filming some other film. But I think he did a video message or something, basically thanking everyone.” He replies. 

“Oh, that’s sweet.” You nod. “Anyway, adorning fans?” You repeat and he nods, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “You know this is a premier for a film that you’re in right? I’ve got nothing to do with this.” 

“One. We all know that the majority of the people here, are here for you because they just assume you’re coming with me.” 

“They assumed correctly.” You nod and cross your arms. You raise an eyebrow as you wait for him to continue with this point that you know is going to be stupid. 

“And two. You have everything to do with this.” He says and your roll your eyes, pushing him bashfully. “I’m being serious Y/n.” He says, making you look at him. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have had the confidence to say yes to all the offers I got, I wouldn’t have been able to recover from the many no’s. I wouldn’t have been able to learn my scripts and come to you for advice and support and just for a hug. This has everything to do with you, and the way you looked at me when you watched me film, gave me all the confidence I needed to keep going, even when the hours were long and I missed you like crazy.” 

“Douglas Booth, you’re going to make me cry and my makeup is perfect.” 

“And you look beautiful.” He replies and wipes a stray tear away. A curl falls in front of your face and he tucks it behind your ear, his fingers leaving a trail of heat along your jawline. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You laugh and wipe away another tear. 

He gives you one last smile before grabbing your hand. You step out of the cab and into the bright flashing lights and the overwhelming sound of your names being shouted. He looks back at you, concern growing in his eyes but you grin back at him and he mirrors it. 

The two of you make your way up the red carpet, posing together and separately as people shout your name from all angles. The camera’s always disorient you, but as soon as you’re back beside Douglas and he wraps an arm around you waist, you feel yourself become more comfortable with the sheer amount of press. 

Douglas talks to a few of his co-stars and you take the few minutes of zero attention to really take in the moment. There’s so many people here, all of them to see your talented boyfriend and his friends and you feel like your heart is going to burst with pride. 

Your gaze catches Jordan, Drew and KJ, all three of which are staring wide eyed as the real Mötley Crüe walk the red carpet. You watch as they try their hardest not to implode and a chuckle escapes your lips when they finally realize that you’re watching them. 

“Holy shit!” Jordan mouths and you roll your eyes. Drew points awkwardly at them and KJ makes small talk with Tommy Lee before he stares at you in shock. 

“Be cool!” You mouth back and roll your eyes at your friends. The three of them just stare back at you in shock before they notice Vanessa and Madelaine having a full on conversation with all four members. 

It looks like they’ve just bumped into each at the grocery store with the way they’re talking to each other, and even you must look a little surprised. 

“I’ve seen you’re show!” Nikki says and your jaw drops. “It’s fucking weird.” He adds making the girls laugh. 

“Yeah.” Madelaine nods. “It sure is.” She adds before they walk away to get their pictures taken. Madelaine and Vanessa stare at each other, frozen for a few seconds before they grab each others arms and squeal. 

“Your friends sure are weird.” Vince says and it takes you a few seconds to realise he’s talking to you. 

“Oh yeah. There are.” You laugh awkwardly and the rest of the band greet you. You take a second to glance back at your friends who are all staring at you with varying degrees of shock on their face. 

“Are you ready to go in?” Doug pulls your attention away from the silent conversation you’re trying to have with Vanessa, and a soft smile graces your lips. 

“More than ready.” You nod excitedly. “I’m so proud of you baby.” You whisper in his ear and a blush creeps up his neck. 

“Not as proud as I am of you.” He replies and nudges your arm. The two of you take a deep breath before stepping through the door, ready for whatever adventure is waiting for you next. 

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A Midwest Christmas - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

Again, I’m aware I’m late posting this. I know it’s no longer Christmas, don’t yell at me. Christmas is one of my favorite holidays and I LOVE writing stories that are based around Christmas.

Jeff crushed out his cigarette and breathed hot air into his hands to warm them. He shrugged his shoulders a few times, almost as if he was psyching himself up.

“You okay, babe?” I ask and kiss his cheek, shutting the car off.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m so nervous! I’m a grown ass man, damn it,” my boyfriend chuckles.

“They’ll love you, Jeff. You know my mom and dad love you already, you have nothing to worry about, baby” I give his thigh a squeeze and kiss his neck deeply. Jeff moans and tilts his head to the side.

“Please don’t give me a boner before meeting your female relatives,” Jeff chuckles. “I don’t know, babe. Dad might not love me after I walk through the door,” he gestures to his Seattle Seahawks beanie.

“He’ll get over it,” I laugh and open the car door. Jeff grabs the box of gifts from the trunk and holds my hand as we walk to the front door.

“Merry Christmas Eve!” I holler from the foyer. Jeff kicks off his boots.

“Hey sweetie! Hey Jeff, what’s up, brother?” my dad calls from the den.

“Hey, Mr. C,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“Oh no, oh no. You take that hat off! You’re in Bear country!” my dad laughs. “Just when I thought I liked you!”

“I knew you’d say something! GO HAWKS!” Jeff chuckles and tosses it onto the bench. My dad jokingly makes a fist. I roll my eyes playfully and ruffle his hair as we head upstairs. Men and their sports, I’ll never understand it.

“You can just set the gifts under the tree,” I whisper to Jeff and give his arm a squeeze. He waves at my female relatives at the table.

“Hiiiii! Merry Christmas! I’ve missed you!” my cousin Amy hugs me. “How’s New York?”

“Absolutely incredible. Every day feels like a new adventure with this one,” I gesture to my man standing behind me. “This is my boyfriend, Jeff!”

“Hi there, you must be Amy? I’ve heard so much about you!” Jeff shakes her hand and kisses her cheek.

“All good things I hope!” Amy laughs.

“Yes ma’am. I’ve heard y’all are super close, and I love that. Family togetherness recharges the batteries.”

“I’m glad to hear it! I can’t think of a single holiday we didn’t spend together,” Amy gestures around the table.

“Have a seat!” my mom says. “Can I get you anything to drink? We have wine, beer, Coke Zero...”

“I’ll have a Coke,” Jeff replies and sits next to me at the long dinner table. I pull a small bottle of Crown Royal out of my bag.

“I’ll take a Coke as well,” I laugh.

“You came to party! I’ll take some too,” Jeff wraps his arm around me and kisses my cheek as I add the liquor to his glass of ice, “It smells amazing in here, Ma,” Jeff says to my mom.

“Thanks, Jeff! It’s a tradition on Christmas that we have Grandma, my mom’s, tacos. The shells are from a tiny little Mexican kitchen downtown, that’s how my mom always did it. I think we’re just waiting on Jessica and then we’ll be ready to eat!”

“Sounds delicious,” Jeff sips his drink.

“How’d you guys meet? You look super familiar, Jeff,” my aunt Janine remarks. I rest my head on Jeff’s shoulder.

“It all started when I began frequenting this coffee shop that opened near my, well, OUR farm while on hiatus from work. I couldn’t take my eyes off this brown eyed manager with the messy bun in her hair who would always ring me up and make my drink. Golly, she looked cute in that apron,” Jeff nudges me and everyone laughs as I blush. “I finally had to ask this pretty young thing out. I invited her over for dinner and the rest is history. One year and some change later and I can’t imagine my life with anyone else but my baby gal,” he kisses me softly. “Oh! I’m an actor, by the way. I’m currently on a show called The Walking Dead, I play the bad guy named Negan. A lot of people still recognize me as Denny from Grey’s Anatomy and John Winchester from Supernatural though,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“I knew those eyes looked familiar!” my aunt exclaims. “Wow, girl, a famous actor? Check you out!”

“He’s pretty great. I thought the concept of soulmates was cheesy til this man came along. I mean, nobody’s perfect, but Jeffrey comes pretty darn close,” I rub his thigh under the table.

“How old are you anyway? That gray beard says you’re old,” my 13 year old cousin Alyssa asks.

“Lys! You can’t just say that!” her mom quiets her.

“It’s okay, hon! I’m not offended at all! I AM old, real old. I’m 54,” Jeff laughs.

“And how old are you?” Alyssa turns her attention to me.

“24,” I link my arm with my man’s and nuzzle his shoulder.

“Sooo, you were 30 when she was born?” Alyssa makes a sassy face.

“Don’t push it, little girl,” Jeff teases and we all laugh.

*Jeff’s POV*

“So, this is the man cave, huh?” I glance around at the fishing poles adorning the chocolate brown wall and Chicago sports gear.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice! It gets cold down here, but the fireplace helps!” my girlfriend’s dad Tim tosses some kindling on the fire.

“Super cozy,” I remark. I haven’t been this nervous in a long time. I had something I desperately wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to just get right to it.

“How you doin’, bud?” my girlfriend’s grandfather Ray asks.

“Good, Ray! I’m really good, fantastic actually. It feels so nice to be off work for the holidays! Thank you guys so much for welcoming me into your home. Dinner was delicious and the Midwest hospitality is much appreciated.”

“You’re always welcome here,” Tim says.

“This is for you,” Ray reaches into his coat pocket. He passes a CD my way with small writing on the jacket, “To: Jeff. Love, Grampa.”

“Aww, what’s this?” I say, pushing my glasses up.

“Elvis Christmas songs. Something for you and your girl to dance to. You better treat her good,” he smiles his adorable old man smile.

“Thank you so much, Grandpa,” I get up and give him a hug. “You didn’t have to get me anything. So, um,” I clear my throat as I settle into the couch. “There’s something we should talk about. I mean, something I need to ask you. I don’t know, I’m shaky as hell. So, how do I put this?” I pull a small velvet box out of my pocket. “I brought this with me.”

“You want to marry me? Let me go get my dress!” Tim teases. Whew, a joke to break the tension.

“Yeah, totally! I, wow, I’m going to cry. Pull yourself together, Jeff. I wanted to know if I can ask your daughter to be my wife. She’s got me wrapped, man. When I look into her eyes, I just fall in love over and over again. I know it’s old fashioned of me to ask, but I thought I’d do the right thing and ask for your blessing. I love your girl so damn much, you have no idea,” I wipe tears away.

“I had a feeling this would be happening. You kept staring at me all through dinner with this lost puppy look in your eye, like I was going to yell at you or something! Jeff, I see the way she looks at you and it warms her dad’s heart. Every time you speak, she stops immediately what she’s doing and stares at you with hearts in her eyes. I’ve never seen my daughter so happy. Of course you have my blessing.” My heart begins hammering in my chest as my soon to be fiancée’s dad pulls me into a hug.

“Thank you so much, sir! Oh my god, I’m freaking out. Thank you, thank you! So, next question, where’s the best place to propose around these parts?”

“Well, downtown near your hotel on 5th Avenue, it’s all decked out in Christmas lights. Maybe you guys could take a walk down there?”

***

“What a great dinner, your family is so kind and welcoming!” Jeff says as we climb into the warm car. “I love you so much, doll.”

“I’m so glad you had a good time, honey. I knew you would! I love you too, Jeff. I’m so looking forward to the hot tub when we get back to the room, I don’t know about you.” Jeff slides his hand over my upper thigh seductively as I drive through the city in the direction of the hotel. I glance over at my boyfriend and he gives me the sexiest bedroom eyes. I could have just stopped the car and taken him right there. We jam out to our favorite Christmas songs and giggle like kids.

“Fifth Avenue,” Jeff mutters. “Pull over, babe.” I pull into a parking spot and Jeff grabs my face and kisses me deeply, “Let’s go walkin’ in a winter wonderland.” I smile and shut the car off and follow behind him. Jeff’s adorable spontaneity was one of his best qualities. He takes me by the hand as we look at the twinkling lights. There’s no cars on the road and the snow dampens all the sound.

“Hey, sweetheart?” Jeff places his hands on my hips.

“Yes?” I wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other close.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he pecks my lips, I run my fingers through his soft gray hair. “I tried to come up with a long romantic speech, but words are failing me. You’re everything I’ve hoped and dreamed for. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning. You’re the reason I can’t wipe this smile off my face. Every time I look into those gentle brown eyes, I’m reminded of why I fell in love with you all over again. A life without you is a life I don’t want to live. You’re my entire world, sweet girl.” Jeff pulls away and reaches into his pocket.

“Oh my god,” I sigh, “Jeffrey, I-I-“ I’m utterly speechless. Jeff brushes away the snow on the sidewalk with his gloved hand and gets on one knee.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” Jeff smiles widely, opening the velvet box and revealing a simple, shimmering band. That man knew me so well, it was exactly the

“Oh god, Daddy! Yes! Yes, Jeffrey, yes I’ll marry you!” I jump up and down excitedly. Jeff’s hands shake as he slides the ring on my finger. I gasp with delight, “I love you. Oh baby, it’s beautiful!” Jeff gets to his feet and rests his forehead against mine as we both cry tears of joy. My breath quavers from excitement and the biting cold as Jeff kisses me over and over again.

“I want you to be mine forever,” he whispers against my lips.

“Forever and ever. Oh my god, my heart is racing! You’re so amazing, I love you so much.”

“I love you the most, baby gal.”

***

Jeff and I could hardly keep our hands off each other as we hustled to the elevator.

“Merry Christmas!” the front desk agent calls out.

“You too!” Jeff replies with a friendly wave. I untie my coat as the door to the elevator shuts. I tangle my fingers in my silver fox’s thick hair and moan as he kisses my neck and pulls down my sweater, brushing his scruffy beard against my chest as he kisses and sucks gently.

“Jeffrey, you naughty boy,” I gasp. His large, slender hand find its way between my thighs. “Please, Daddy,” I whine. Jeff slides his fingers down the front of my leggings. He pulls them out just as the elevator chimes, my face goes red as I readjust my Christmas sweater and Jeff fixes his hair as if nothing ever happened.

“Merry Christmas!” an innocent, elderly Mrs. Claus looking woman greets us.

“Merry Christmas to you too!” I reply, the cool air of the hallway hitting Jeff’s saliva on my chest, causing me to shiver with delight. We laugh to ourselves as Jeff opens the door to our suite. Oh, that poor old lady, I hope she didn’t hear too much.

“Let’s see, how about we celebrate with a drink!” Jeff says with a wide smile, slinging his coat over a chair.

“Hmm, how about something sweet? I kind of want dessert after all those tacos,” I wrap my arms around my now fiancé’s waist as he kisses me, his large hands squeeze me closer.

“Your sweater reminds me, how about a White Russian?”

“I am, in fact, the Dude. One of my favorites,” I reply with a laugh.

“Hmm. Vodka, check. Coffee liqueur, got it. Cream, hmm. Cream, cream, cream,” Jeff taps his chin. “Got it!” he grabs some half and half packets from the coffee station.

“Ah, resourceful! I like that!” I kiss him and sit on the bed, “I’ll get the bath ready.”

I draw the bath and Jeff hands me a drink, setting his on the rim of the tub. He unbuttons his shirt revealing his hairy chest and stomach. He kisses me.

“I love you so much,” he says. “Nice ring you’ve got there.”

“Thanks!” I run my fingers down his chest, “My handsome fiancé gave it to me.”

“He must be a lucky guy,” Jeff’s pants come off and he slides into the tub with a loud groan.

“Jesus, that feels so fucking good,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “Come on in, baby gal, the water’s fine.” Jeff bites his lip eagerly as I take my clothes off. “You’re so sexy, you know that?”

“I could say the same about you, darlin’,” I reply, tossing my bra on the floor. I tie my hair up as my fiancé looks me up and down. I climb in the tub, opposite of the rugged older man that I was so lucky to call mine. Jeff grabs my leg and begins kissing the length of my calf.

“When and where do you want to get married?” he asked with a sly smile, kneading my legs.

“Honestly, I’ve always dreamed of a fall or winter wedding. You know how I feel about hot weather,” I take a sip of my White Russian.

“Babe, it’s too hot! This is stupid! Ninety degrees? Ew, fuck that!” Jeff imitates my whining. I laugh.

“You know me so well!”

“Daddy, I have a headache!” Jeff cackles.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” I playfully splash water in his face with my foot. Jeff sputters.

“I give you shit because I love you!” he wipes his face.

“I know, and I give it right back to you, asshole! What were we talking about again?” I giggle.

“Wedding plans?”

“Oh, right. So, definitely a fall wedding. What about on the farm? Ballrooms have never really struck my fancy. That little area off beyond the pastures would be beautiful, don’t you think?”

“I agree, I don’t need a big gala with a stuffy tuxedo to show everyone how much I love you. Ooh! How about under that big tree where we had a picnic and carved our names?” Jeff places my legs on his shoulders.

“J hearts K, yeah, I remember,” I sigh longingly. “That’s where you first told me you loved me.”

“Aw, it was, wasn’t it? You packed us a picnic and everything! You’re just a regular Ina Garten, aren’t you? Remember me yelling at the dogs to stay away from the alpacas? ‘Guys, those aren’t puppies, they’ll kick the shit out of you!’” Jeff laughs.

“Well, if I’m Ina, you’re Jeffrey! Hey, look at that! It works!” I tap my glass against his. “Those dogs are so cute, but they’re little shits sometimes.”

“Oh, absolutely they are,” Jeff agrees. “Wow, that cute barista who I was scared to ask out is going to be my wife? How did I get so damn lucky?”

“You were scared to ask me out? Why? We would always chit-chat back and forth.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why. I think it’s because I didn’t want to be THAT guy. You know, the guy who thinks the food service worker is flirting with him just because she’s being nice,” Jeff rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t get that impression from you at all! I think you’re sexy as fuck, and have since the day I first met you. If I thought you were a scumbag, I wouldn’t have flirted back. And I wouldn’t have had sex with you on the first date, would I?” I tease.

“You’re right. Man, that was a wild night, eh? My heart still beats fast when I think about it,” Jeff grins. “You looked so damn good in my shirt too. Come here,” he holds out his arms and I make my way to his side of the tub, sitting on his lap. He runs his manly hands all over my body and buries his face in my neck, kissing and moaning, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Mrs. Morgan.”

“I love the sound of that. I get to be your wife and I’ve never been happier in my entire life. I love you so much, Jeffrey.”

“I love you too.”

We eventually climb out of the tub, after kissing and laughing and talking til the water turns our toes to raisins. I wrap myself in a fuzzy bathrobe and Jeff quickly does the same. I climb in the big, fluffy bed and Jeff snuggles next to me. He wraps his slender arms around me and I immediately drift off to sleep.

***

“Merry Christmas, gorgeous,” Jeff’s croaky, sultry morning voice rings in my ears like church bells. He kisses my forehead, his scruff brushing against my skin. I squint my eyes at the bright sun bouncing off the snow and flooding our suite.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I curl up closer to his warm body. I close my eyes and bury my face in his chest, “Has anyone told you that you look like Santa Claus with your beard?” I laugh and kiss his collarbones.

“Every damn day on social media,” Jeff chuckles. He moans softly at my touch. I stop and hold out my left hand, my vintage gold band shimmering in the light.

“Just had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,” I smile.

“You ain’t dreamin’, sweet girl. You’re going to be my wife,” Jeff kisses me and strokes my hair. He climbs on top of me, our naked bodies still cloaked in the beige comforter. He buries his face in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

“Daddy,” I whimper.

“Yeah, baby?” I hold his face in my hands.

“Nothing, I just like looking at you. You sure are pretty. What do you say we have a little fun before going back to Mom and Dad’s?”

“I would want nothing more,” I reply as Jeff pulls the blanket over his head and begins kissing down my body. I giggle with delight as his beard tickles me. Best. Christmas. Ever.

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May I request cute Tails and Amy friendship? You can choose which version just them being cute friends? Maybe they defend each other when someone tries to mess with them? Love your writing

Watch 18:19 of Pajama Blogs - Prompt Requests - Ep 1 for juicy first thoughts on this prompts! (I may divert away from it, but we’ll see :3c)

Thank you so much! I try hard to stay pumped with energy so that I can give you all reading material during these trying times, lol. So let’s hope and press our hands together in a prayer that I’ll entertain, satisfy, and bring joyful feels to everyone through my prompts and fanfiction updates :Db

Prompt:

“Still working on that observatory, eh, Tails?”

As Tails was about to hammer in on his half-finished ‘dome-effect’ he wanted for his upper-level room, he blinked a moment at the familiar voice and excitedly looked down.

“Amy!”

“The one and only.” She winked, grinning widely.

He had managed to get half the curve of the wall done, a dark, steel grey for it’s base color as it held a half-finished walled hole where the large glass would be for viewing the stars. He would insert a self-made telescope between there, and design a way to bring the view as though a holographic light performance right into his ‘black room’ when he wanted to personally ‘sit among the stars’.

“Permission to come aboard, captain?” Amy joked, placing a hand on the ladder and saluting him.

Tails’s twin namesakes wagged in joy, smiling and closing his eyes as he nodded, “Permission always granted! B-but be careful of the rickety-”

“Ah!” the ladder seemed to tilt as a piece of metal began to bend.

“Amy!” he was about to fly down but she summoned her hammer, wedging it into the place where the metal was bending.

“Phew~” she sighed out in relief, having some sweat trickle down the side of her face before climbing up again.

She removed her hammer and used it to place the metal back into the proper alignment again. “You might have given me permission, but did you consult your ship on that decision?”

The two laughed.

“Sorry about that. Everything is still a work in progress, and honestly, it’s kinda revolutionary if this actually works.” Tails scratched behind his head, then explained how new this technology and optical illusion trick really was.

“Yeah,... kinda amazing, Tails.” Amy admired the work already done to give Tails a space to mediate and enjoy the nature of wonderful night sky above him. “I remember when I first met you, that the dark used to be such a scary thing for ya.” She kid, looking to him kindly but nudging him with a tease.

He blushed slightly, looking away, “Well... then you and Sonic showed me how beautiful it was! A-an-and besides that, I’m too old for a night light.” he tried to seem so mature... but that pout made it obvious he just didn’t want to be looked down upon.

“Right. So a big sky-show isn’t the same thing?” She looked over to see he had already marked a place with some cushions, a reading-outlet to the side of the wall imbedded in with a shelf for the books, and a big fuzzy blanket. The tape read: Second Bed.

It all made her smile, “What a lovely little R&R space...” she lowered her eyes, wondering if he still got lonely like she did... and this was his way of coping.

He lived far away from the city, and although Amy lived down a winding road, she would visit the city often enough for groceries and other fun shopping sprees.

What did boys do to occupy their time?

“Heh, I wouldn’t say a 3D projected model of a precisely positioned magnifying glass and hyperized telescope make for a sky-light.” he tried to defend himself, and it was rather cute to Amy.

“Well, I bet Sonic’ll love to bunk here more often.”

The tone suddenly shifted as Amy and Tails both looked down, away from the other.

“Have you... heard from him lately?” Amy asked, almost worried that she already knew the answer to that question.

“No.” Tails sighed out, before dramatically leaning back and letting his head fall back on his shoulders, “Not since Eggman last showed up.”

“Yeah... he’s been rushing off more and more lately on some daring-dos that apparently don’t require any of us to come along...”

There was a quiet somberness...

“Yeahhhh...” Tails once again leaned properly back in place and dipped his head, scratching it softly...

He seemed friend-sick... and as Amy observed him more, he even looked starved for conversation.

“Hmph!” She puffed up the side of her cheek, “Well, we’ll have to give him the ol’silent treatment when he gets back this time too! Serve him right for all those times he’s left us behind on all the fun!” Amy rambled off, but Tails perked up a bit, looking over to her with a slight turn of his lowered head.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Just you wait! He’ll come back ready to tell us all his cool stunts on his new latest adventure, and we’ll be just chatting it up about your awesome star project!” She posed with her arm out and her hand upon her muscle, as though Rosy the Riveter. “That means we should wrap this little project of love up and really see what it’s made of!”

“Y-you mean it?” Tails looked thrilled by her offer. “I-I mean, if it’s not too much trouble... I could use your hammer for a few things.” He looked down at the metal that had bent out of place. “You’re strong arm means I could patch the rest of this in one hammer hit! It’ll remain sturdy if you’re strength! Ah...! Sorry!” he looked back over and saw Amy frowning embarrassedly, pushing her fingers together. He wagged his arms out to the side of her, apologetically. “I forgot... how you sometimes take the praise for your strength a little...” he felt awkward now, seeing her begin her usual spiel.

“But I’m... elegant... A-and lady-like when I do it... right?” She looked over to him as though pleading for his approval.

“O-O-of course, you are! I-I even remember Sonic saying something about it! Your hammer is super cute and only adds to your-! Uhh... c-charms!” Tails bundled his fists up and started shaking them profusely around, not sure how to convince her a ‘giant hammer’ was somehow ‘girlish’ but he did his best. “And besides, I don’t care what anyone else says, Amy! You’re super useful thanks to your strength! Just like I am with my brains.”

He was so determined to succeed in cheering her up that Amy couldn’t bear to disappoint him.

She took in a deep breath and got over herself, straightening up. “Yeah... well, I have to be strong, to look after and protect you and the others.” She ruffled up his hair and he laughed lightly, slightly moving away from her touch as a brother would to his older sister.

“I’m sorry that you’re sensitive to that.” He admitted, “You really are super cool when you hit a robot miles away!”

She flinched.

“I-I-I meant that in a good way!” he shook his hands out again, “Honest!”

Amy just laughed, “I can cook too, you know. Why don’t we finish building this thing and then I’ll make us something good to eat. We can turn it off with some smores and maybe crackers or something too later tonight!” Amy’s usual optimism was restored and Tails immediately caught on to it’s wave.

“Woah! You mean it! T-that could take all day...” His ears lowered just slightly.

“Pfft!” Amy turned with a proud look upon her face, placing one hand to her hip as she sat off the edge with him and then slammed her hand to the top of his head again, making him flatten slightly as he was sitting slightly on his knees. He looked uncomfortable, like her force had made him do an unwilling ‘split’ sort of with his knees being parted and he looked as though in strained pain. “Think nothing of it, Tails! As you said before, my hammer strikes are good on one blow! We’ll have this done in no time, so..? Can I stay the night?”

He continued to flinch and twitch in the pain, “S-sur-sure, I-I-I don’t mind... mmm...” he had a small tear forming at the right of his eye.

A few hours passed as the two worked hard, and finally, the dome was done and the telescope he had already completed for the room was successfully moved up to the upper-room... with a lot of back-strain and power from the two working together. Tails had to really test his twin-propelling tails’s weight limit on how fast they could twirl to lift something, and Amy’s powerful arms and back were put to their ultimate test as well!

But somehow, the two worked great together, though bickered and taunted the other at times...

“You can fly higher than that, Tails!”, “D-don’t act like I’m the only one lifting my weight here!”, “AH! What is that supposed to mean!? I’m as light as a feather! And this is... nothing... compared... to what I can lift!”, “Then push harder!”, “You fly harder!”, They both ‘ggrr’d and finally got the massive telescope up that ladder...

When everything was set up, Amy put on a movie for Tails to rest and started cooking up some dinner. She wanted to leave room for the late-night snacks, and coming back in, noticed Tails wasn’t watching the television.

“Huh?” She looked up the ladder to the room and smiled, seeing the computer light on as he must have been programming the telescope and other functions. “He works so hard... he must be excited to show it off to Sonic.” she felt a slight bit of envy. She sighed, “Not like girls and guys can have that strong of a bond... botherhood and sisterhoods are really exclusive, huh?” she frowned, not liking the idea that she could never be as close to Sonic or Tails as the other was with them.

She called down Tails though, and they had a nice dinner together, complimenting their success as Tails hoped it would all work, but Amy told him not to worry.

“You’re incredibly good at designing these technological masterpieces, Tails.” Amy scolded him for about to open his mouth to answer with food in it, and seeing her hand raised and her eyes closed while one opened slightly, he chewed and swallowed before continuing.

“W-well, that doesn’t mean that their isn’t going to be some error on my part involved...”

“I’m sure Sonic will love it. I know I’m excited to see it.” She picked up his finished plate, going to wash them and as she removed her apron...

“Sonic? I was building this for us to view it together, tonight.”

Her face shot up, touched.

Her heart seemed to rise up as though being elevated to a status it thought unattainable.

“R-really?” She always had felt a distance between the boys, and found it just seemed easier and less forced when interacting with Cream... but Cream was still so young too. She loved picking flowers! Don’t get her wrong! She had just gotten really, really good at making flower crowns for so... long...

She placed her apron that she had borrowed from him down, planning to wash it if needs be as well, but turned back to Tails.

He didn’t seem to notice how much that meant to her, already wiping his hands on his white fluff like he would if he was greased up in oil or gunk stains from working on his pet-projects like the X-Tornado and this Observatory. She puffed up her cheek, “I still need to teach you proper manners, huh?” she whispered under her breath, but smiled and touched her heart.

He was already racing up the ladder, and she immediately went into mother mode.

“Ah! Tails! D-don’t move so fast after eating!” she reached a hand up but he called down to her.

“Bring up the treats! I think it’s loaded all the settings in by now! ... Yeah! Yeah it has!”

His excited voice sprang her into an excitement, “W-well, hold on! I’m coming!” It was like he just called out that the fireworks were gonna start...

She rushed through the cleaning and threw the plates into the dishwater, a little rougher than she usually would like to and washed herself up before charging up the ladder. “Don’t let it start without me!”

“Hurry!” Tails called, and she immediately started to leap passed rings on the ladder to just reach out and jump pass a few steps.

“I’m here!” her quills looked a mess as she clung to the edge of the room, Tails rushing over and helping her up as she huffed and puffed in her strain to get there in time.

“Haha, and you tell me not to rush.” He teased her back.

“Hmph.” she blew up her bottom bang of the three quills on her forehead and then smiled to him, cheekily, “If I get stomach cramps, I’m blaming you!”

“Over here!” He laughed a moment at her response but was too excited to show her what he had set up.

“Ah... Tails...” Amy felt so important and loved then, seeing he had taken the large fuzzy blanket and got in it, opening a space for her to join him.

“S-sorry, is this too... um... close?” He squinted an eye, lowering his arm that was gesturing for her to intimately cuddle up within it and watch the show together.

She shook her head, holding back tears and hoping to not confuse him. “Absolutely! I-I mean, it’s perfect! Don’t change a thing!” she crawled down and got into the blanket, taking the other side as she felt Tails bouncing in his seat.

“Okay, good. Three... two... one... Ehem,” he cleared his throat, like a child about to press ‘liftoff’ on a rocket. “Computer! Activate Spatial Definity Mock 5 Advanced Overhead Project 3.2.7.”

Amy blinked her eyes rapidly at such a long line...

“What? You couldn’t have called it, Sky-light?” she teased again, “For nightlight?”

“Quit it...” He nudged her lightly, embarrassed she kept teasing him on that one. “It sounds cooler this way... and it reminds me how long it took to set up the program and make it run right. I haven’t tested this final version yet, so SDM5AOP 3.2.7 is a perfect name for-!”

“O-okay, as long as it makes sense to you.” she decided not to question it.

The whirling of a computer was heard and the two waited anxiously for the results...

“It has to take a second to go through all it’s processing. Lots of... kinda like doors to hurdle through and collect data for.” He explained.

“...Do you... wish Sonic were here instead of me?” she looked away from him for a moment. “I mean... not that you would have a preference b-b-but...” she thought this was a bad, killing the mood he had tried to set up and wish she didn’t say anything. “Nevermind.”

“No, I think you’ll appreciate it more than he will.”

She felt that ranking skyrocket again, as though her tiny significance in life was suddenly bumped up again to a higher sphere of importance in this little fox boy’s life.

“W-... What makes you say that?” she was trying so hard to hide the sparkles in her eyes, but her quivering voice gave away how happy she was to hear that. No, not happy, overjoyed to know she was considered such a special friend to him.

“You actually helped me complete it!” He spread his arms out as the first little light formed in the blackened room.

“Ah!” Amy saw it first, marveling as it faded and then grew brighter and brighter to show the actual dimensions of the star that was currently in the sky, or at least, the radiance of it.

She marveled as he continued to talk, not noticing multiple other little constellations starting to form over his literal head and scattered all throughout the room. Accurate and pronounced, their distance was a miniature diorama of the actual space of the universe...

“I knew you’d want to see it... I’m sure he would too, but Sonic would rather be in the stars then just viewing them... though he does all the time. Heh, I guess you’ll be able to brag about how you were the first to see it! I-if it works or not... It’s still a longshot, s-so... don’t get your hopes up too hig-”

His face was yanked towards the direction of the star, then Amy started shaking his arm. “Ah-AH-AHHHH!!!” she freaked out as a very distinct cosmic entity was defined in the space.

“AH-! AHHH!! IT ACTUALLY WORKS!” Tails flipped out as they both cried out-

“EARTH!”

Then, one after another...

 “The Milky Way!”, “It’s the galaxy from Chris’s world... and look! Here’s our constellations!”, “Ohhh! It’s our solar system! Ahhh! It’s so bright!”

“...Do you think Cosmos seeds found good land to grow on?”

The two suddenly stopped gawking...

Amy couldn’t even look to him, and him the same.

Instead, she scooted closer to him in the blanket, felt his tails solemnly wrap around her for support and comfort, and placed her arm to his opposite shoulder to pull him into the gap of her neck.

He laid his head on her shoulder, tearing up.

“Is... is that why you made all of this?” Amy’s heart tugged on her vocal chords, making them choke slightly.

“...Yeah.” he admitted. “If this was Sonic, I don’t think he’d be willing to talk about it... not like you.” he looked down a moment.

“No, don’t look down.” Amy’s voice plucked up an octave. “Look at your amazing work, Tails. Look at how vast... how beautiful the universe is... I’m sure you’ll see evidence of Cosmo’s seed blooming all over the place. You know why?”

She ducked her gaze down slightly, moving her head to make sure she didn’t obstruct his view.

He smiled lightly through his tears.

“Because life never quits, that’s why!” She pulled him into a half-hug and continued to snuggle up in the blanket. “Hehe, because Cosmo would want you to look at these stars and know that she’s everywhere. Smiling just as brightly as any of these ol’stars and wishing you the best forever!”

She felt his shoulders bounce a little...

She knew Sonic would have done an alright job if he were here too, but...

She was so glad...

Holding him and tucking him in better into the blanket...

That she was the one he shared this whole project with.

That she was the one... who could dry his tears tonight.

-Author: And now I cry, wow, hands slapped together in a prayer really did wonders for myself in this prompt, how about you? lolol To those of you who actually did the gesture and wished me the best, this one’s for you.

[beca-mitchell]

The Birthday Gift (1/1)

Word count: 2,974

Summary: Beca receives a sex doll as a joke for her birthday. Rated M/E for smut towards the end. And of course reference to a sex doll.

From a prompt from anonymous: Stacie gifts Beca with a sex doll as a prank and dares her to use it. Beca jokes that the doll looks like her very hot dancer ex-gf. Chloe blows her top, dismembers the doll, and confesses her love for Bec. Smut follows of course.

Apologies for violence against sex dolls. I took some liberties! Hope that’s okay!

*posted as separate post because the ask was glitching BADLY*

Read below or on AO3.

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She blames Stacie.

Every year, she tells Stacie (and subsequently, every other Bella) to stop sending her gag gifts because they always end up backfiring or malfunctioning in some way. She can list a whole host of horrible things that have happened with the obnoxious gifts that seem to amuse her wonderful friends more than her.

Notably, singing telegrams—or rather, an extremely excited group of singers who had been sent directly to her house and promptly tripped over themselves to try and harass her for photos. That had been Cynthia-Rose.

Or that time Fat Amy had sent her a whole host of inflatable microphones which ended up looking like a small mountain of vibrators when Beca had first opened the box, ultimately dropping them all over the ground in front of her apartment and receiving extremely judgmental glares from her passing neighbours.

Or that time, through a collective effort, the Bellas (minus Chloe, for reasons that will be immediately apparent) had sent Beca a shockingly high-quality cardboard cut-out of Chloe herself. It would have perhaps been funny if Beca had been alone, but she had unfortunately been with Chloe herself who had flown out to Los Angeles to see her for her birthday.

Admittedly that gift wasn’t the worst. In fact, Beca will never admit it, but it ended up being quite the matchmaker (ironic that a cut-out of Chloe had been their personal catalyst) that weekend. Chloe had probably blushed as much as Beca did upon first seeing it when she followed Beca to the front door.

The rest is history.

* * * * *

The short story is that Beca hadn’t been entirely prepared that weekend—or rather, she hadn’t anticipated—kissing Chloe let alone all the other incredibly fun activities transpired, largely with Beca on her back, hands tangled in Chloe’s hair and an aching need between her legs.

The short story is pretty great. The long story is even better with all the wonderful, steamy details.

But for Beca, there is no story better than the one she gets to experience right now, with Chloe by her side like she knows they were meant to be.

…Even if it kind of took her a ridiculously long time to figure out, plus the help of their nosy, crazy friends.

* * * * *

But to return to why Beca blames Stacie at all—

The day actually starts off kind of normal. Beca doesn’t have to go into the studio, she gets to wake up late, wrapped up in her favorite comforter and Chloe’s arms.

It’s the second birthday Beca has spent in Chloe’s arms, waking up to her kisses. So she kind of assumes that she’s about to have a really great day.

That is, until she drags her feet to the front door after hearing incessant knocking. Chloe laughs at Beca’s grumbling, pushing her out of the kitchen (not like Beca was really helping…unless the slow and steady progress she had been making on pulling Chloe’s shirt off is considered helping) as she bustles around, intent on throwing together some kind of brunch. Maybe even lunch since they stayed in bed well past appropriate breakfast hours.

Beca actually kind of forgets about the Bellas’ yearly tradition until she sees a delivery person in her doorway.

And the incredibly large box by his side. It’s more of a crate, really.

“Um—” Beca says.

“Beca Mitchell?”

Beca has half a mind to say no. “Yes,” she says warily, nearly exasperated as she reaches out to sign for the package.

Chloe rounds the corner, eyes widening in surprise when she sees the box. “Oh, is that—”

Beca peers at the packing slip that the delivery person drops off in her hand. “Stacie’s gift,” she sighs.

Chloe’s eyes brighten even more. “We have to open it.” She nudges Beca’s shoulder. “Remember last year’s?”

“How could I forget,” Beca asks dryly.

It���s kind of a fond memory.

* * * * *

Upon struggling with pulling the surprisingly heavy box through the entryway and front hall (read: Beca pushes very gently while Chloe does most of the work), Beca finally gets the box open.

Her first instinct is to scream when she is greeted with soulless eyes—doll eyes—and her second instinct is to, well, scream, which she does, jumping back right into Chloe’s arms.

“Holy fuck,” Beca gasps. “I hate them so much. I hate Stacie so much. What the fuck is this?”

Chloe continues pulling at the plastic wrapping surrounding the second box in which the doll is encased. She shoots Beca a playful glance. “It’s a sex doll, babe. Have you never seen one before?”

Beca crosses her arms. “Have you?”

“I like watching educational videos,” Chloe shrugs.

Beca pauses. “Educational—? About what? What could you possibly—hey, wait. Don’t try to distract me.” Chloe giggles. “Chloe! They literally sent us a sex doll!”

“They sent you a sex doll,” Chloe corrects. She tilts her head, taking in the red hair, the casual shorts and t-shirt, and the general make-up of the doll itself. “I think it—”

Beca takes a cautious step closer, finally stepping around Chloe’s side. “Hey, she kind of reminds me of Marley.”

Chloe’s eyes whip towards Beca with lightning speed. Beca can almost hear a bone crack somewhere. “Who?” Chloe asks, entirely too casually.

“Just this—” Beca swallows, suddenly taking in the intensity of Chloe’s eyes. “A…dancer who was with me on my last tour.”

She knows Chloe must remember her. Beca had never been anything more than friends with the people she went on tour with, but there had been the occasional flirtation that might have gone somewhere. Chloe had been one of the first people to really notice and pick up on those behaviours one time while she had been hanging with Beca backstage.

Beca hadn’t realized it was jealousy until well, much, much later. Like a literal year later when Chloe was suddenly kissing her in her living room.

“I remember,” Chloe finally says.

“Oh,” Beca says. She tilts her head. “Well, she kind of—”

“It’s a sex doll,” Chloe says shortly.

Beca laughs. “You were all over her earlier, what’s going on?” Beca realizes it is the entirely wrong thing to say when Chloe tenses up next to her. “I—wait—”

“Well, let’s get her out of there then,” Chloe says shortly, moving to fully pull the offending sex doll from the box.

Beca is alarmed. “Why? Let’s just leave her in there.”

“I mean, if you think she looks like…” Chloe trails off, shrugging nonchalantly, but Beca recognizes the tension in her shoulders. “Might as well take her out to really get a look at her.”

Jesus Christ.

Beca closes her eyes.

She loves Chloe, she really does—the whole being in love thing and all—but Chloe’s short fuse and disposition to immediately assume the worst things possible sometimes grinds on Beca's emotions in an annoying way. Annoyingly cute, is how Beca would describe it. Except when it rears its head as something that makes Beca want to pull her own hair out. This part of Chloe's personality is something that clashes spectacularly with Beca’s own short fuse, but they’ve made it work so far and their friendship even prior to their romantic relationship has survived far worse.

Beca refuses to fight over a sex doll. Christ.

By the time they maneuver the doll out of the box, they find a typed note from Stacie with an embarrassing amount of emojis and a heavy-handed implication that she thinks Beca and Chloe need some help spicing up their sex life. It is quite frankly offensive that Stacie thinks Beca needs any help in the bedroom department.

Beca is still grumbling about the note and considering where she can shred it and dispose of it when Chloe pushes the doll onto the couch. Beca watches her with a small measure of amusement, enjoying the way Chloe crosses her arms, literally sizing up an inanimate sex doll.

She kind of wants to comment that Chloe would totally win in a fight against the doll—or something equally dumb and lighthearted, but there is something about Chloe’s stance that is revitalizing Beca’s previous appetite. One that had nothing to do with breakfast or any kind of literal food.

“Chloe,” she begins.

Chloe sighs, heavily, like she is immensely burdened by the weight of her own thoughts. “Beca, this is obviously supposed to be me.”

Beyond the burden in Chloe’s voice, there is a certain, additional clipped tone to Chloe’s voice that Beca picks up on right away. It is a run-off from Chloe’s entire demeanor and ongoing attitude about this whole situation after Beca made that comment about her dancer. After dating Chloe for a year now and knowing her for much longer, Beca likes to think that she’s pretty good at picking up on these things. Like a good girlfriend and an even better friend.

“What’s wrong?” Beca asks immediately. “Talk to me, Chlo.”

“Like, it’s obviously supposed to be me,” Chloe repeats, brow furrowing.

“I mean—” Beca turns back to look at the sex doll, tilting her head. She moves to stand next to Chloe so they can both observe the object now occupying Beca’s couch.

Chloe frowns, poking her shoulder. “Stop staring so hard at it.”

Beca purposefully turns to look at the side of Chloe’s face, noting the flush on Chloe’s neck and cheeks. A slow, knowing smile creeps across Beca’s lips. She had known earlier, but it is even more apparent now. “Are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” Chloe says in a tone that indicates she is in fact, jelly, as Chloe herself would say. Beca loves it.

“You are,” Beca goads. She loves when Chloe is the one who gets flustered. “Oh, you’re a hundred percent jealous. Of a sex doll.”

“It’s a dumb gift,” Chloe says, suddenly pushing Beca back against the couch. Beca collapses, trying not to smirk up at her girlfriend for fear that Chloe will want to teach her a lesson or something that she really would rather not hear about. “You really don’t think it looks like me?” Chloe asks, eyes blinking slowly and owlishly at Beca as she slowly sits on her lap.

Beca cuts a glance to the sex doll next to them, sitting almost too innocently. “I mean, it wasn’t the first thing I thought of,” Beca admits, jerking her attention back to Chloe as Chloe weaves her fingers through her hair.

“Right,” Chloe drawls, leaning down to nip at Beca’s jaw and neck. “But you think it looks like Marie—”

“—Marley,” Beca corrects before she can help herself.

Chloe’s grip tightens in her hair. Beca moans unwittingly, eyes slipping shut at the display of dominance Chloe is exerting over her. “Sorry,” she mumbles quickly. “Sorry—” she chases after Chloe’s lips, gasping out against Chloe’s mouth when Chloe’s hand comes up to grip her breast tightly through her shirt. “It was the hair—” Chloe hums against her throat. Beca struggles to correct herself. “Yours is so much nicer, baby,” she implores. “Please,” she whispers.

Chloe finally releases the hold she has on Beca’s hair and her chest and lifts her arms to pull off her shirt instead. Beca blinks at the expanse of skin on display, unable to help the smirk that really does spread across her face.

“You’re so hot,” she says as innocently as she can. “But you’re also so pretty.” Chloe stares down at her. “I love you?” Beca tries. Her eyes flick down to Chloe’s chest. “I promise you that I’m not looking at the sex doll.”

Chloe unhooks her bra, raising an eyebrow. “I hope so.”

They make out for a little while longer, Beca eagerly groping at Chloe’s chest as they do so. She likes eliciting small sounds from Chloe—a groan, a grunt, a whimper—with each tug of a stiff, pebbled nipple. Chloe shifts ever so slightly, indicating that she wants to push Beca across the couch horizontally. Beca pulls away from the kiss quickly, when her foot kicks against an offending object.

She had forgotten about that damn doll. “Wait,” she says quickly. “I’m not like…looking at it or anything but it’s…it’s touching my foot,” Beca explains. Beca glances at the doll in question over Chloe’s shoulder. “Maybe we should move it. Or like…go to bed—” Beca watches the expressions change on Chloe’s face. “Or we can do whatever you want,” she says sweetly, trying to lean up to capture Chloe’s lips once more.

Chloe raises her eyebrow and in a flash, she is leaving Beca’s lap, leaving Beca feeling cold and empty as she feels usually whenever Chloe leaves their bed too early in the morning or when Chloe pulls away from a hug too soon. “Good idea,” Chloe drawls, picking the doll up bodily (Beca’s eyes zero in on the expanse of muscles rippling on Chloe’s back and arms as she does so) and proceeding to bring it over to her balcony.

Beca briefly protests Chloe’s state of near-nudity but she figures that nobody can really see into her apartment anyway. She watches in amazement as Chloe heaves the doll and throws—literally throws—it past the sliding glass doors.

Beca winces as the head of the doll glances roughly off the railing and literally detaches from the body of the doll, rolling off down onto the quad in Beca’s apartment complex. Likely for some poor unsuspecting soul to find.

Chloe grins back at Beca who continues to watch her with a mildly awed, mildly terrified expression. She shuts the door calmly, moving back to straddle Beca on the couch. “What?” she asks lightly, suddenly in a much better mood.

“That wasn’t very feminist of you,” Beca comments, sliding her hands up Chloe’s thighs to the edge of the underwear she continues to wear.  

Chloe pouts. “Let me make it up to you, then.” She moves her hands back to Beca’s hair, pulling her in for a searing kiss, teeth and all. Beca moans softly, meeting Chloe kiss for kiss as Chloe’s hips slowly begin to grind down in her lap.

It takes Beca a moment to respond. A moment to catch her breath. She blinks, looking up at Chloe with so much love in her chest that it makes her ache momentarily. “We should…” Her throat dries when Chloe shifts in her lap. “We should clean that up.”

“Beca,” Chloe murmurs, pulling her back to the present; back to the present time with no sex dolls, no stupid gifts, and just Chloe in her arms on her damn birthday. “Tell me what you want me to do.” She trails her lips up to Beca’s ear, flicking her tongue out against the piercing she finds there.

“Um,” Beca says articulately. Chloe kisses her again.

It’s a good birthday, all things considered.

“Where were we?” Chloe asks, breath hot against Beca’s lips.

Beca licks her lips, leaning up for another kiss before she finally responds, a bit more breathless than before. “Right here. Exactly where I want to be,” Beca mumbles, this time smiling so widely that it makes her cheeks hurt. Chloe giggles against her mouth, responding in kind as she slides her hands down Beca’s chest, grabbing at the material of her shirt.

Beca scrambles to help, tugging at her shirt and then pushing at the fabric of Chloe’s underwear. Chloe sighs into her mouth and lifts herself momentarily to help pull her underwear down. As she does so, however, she slides off Beca’s lap to kneel at her feet and pull Beca’s shorts down her legs. Beca bites her lip, eyes drawn to how swollen Chloe’s lips are. She whimpers when Chloe spreads her knees, pulling at her calves so Beca slides down couch just a little bit more.

“Wait, I want to—” Beca grunts, a small high-pitched sound, when Chloe’s lips kiss a messy trail up her inner thigh towards her dripping center before Beca feels Chloe’s lips wrap around her clit without much preamble. Her hand flies down to wrap in Chloe’s hair, keeping her in place. She hisses, long and low when Chloe continues to relentlessly kiss and suck at the wet flesh between her legs.

Her cunt aches, already desperate for Chloe all over again. She’s so fucking easy. Beca likes to think they both are.

Chloe glances up at her, momentarily stopping her ministrations. “Yes?” She smiles then, lips and chin shiny—fucking shiny—with Beca’s wetness.

Beca groans, her chin dropping down so she can meet Chloe’s gaze head-on. “Don’t stop,” she pleads. “Please, Chlo."

Chloe hums, fingers pressing more firmly into Beca’s thighs. "Watch me,” she commands softly. “Eyes on me, Bec. Or I’ll stop."

Beca obeys, knowing exactly why Chloe is asking this of her, but she is helpless to do anything more than give in, especially when Chloe makes it feel so fucking good.

"You’re so hot when you’re jealous,” Beca comments in a strangled voice. It’s a jab and she knows it, but she loves the fire she can practically feel coursing through Chloe’s veins. It crackles in the air between them, manifesting in the sharp look Chloe gives her, even as her tongue slices through the growing need. She clenches wantonly around nothing, really, as Chloe’s tongue quickly darts up to flick at her neglected clit. She tugs her lower lip between her teeth when Chloe’s eyes flash up at her dangerously.

“Nothing to be jealous of,” Chloe says in an entirely too-cheerful tone as she brings her fingers to the mix, expertly dipping into Beca with ease and familiarity.

Beca thinks of the poor beheaded doll on her balcony.

She supposes that’s true. It was never a competition anyway.

* * * * *

Beca decides she will send a thank you note to Stacie this time. Just this once.

fin.

[astronamies-void]

Mavin AU #1 (Amie’s AU’s)

Cute AU, they could be together or they could be just really close friends! Or on the verge of something more

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There is a huge celestial event happening tonight that Gavin really wants to see. He begs everyone in the office to join him but everyone has their excuses (Already have plans, I got kids, I don’t want to, etc). He is bummed out because he really doesn’t want to sit in a big empty dark field alone with a telescope, his camera, and no one else.

He is starting to accept the fact that he’ll be going solo, that is until lunch time rolls around and in walks his Saving Grace: Michael.

Immediately Gavin is on him asking if he wants to join him, but in typical Gavin fashion he says so without actually saying what it is he wants Michael to do.

“Gav, slow down. Start again, what are you wanting to do??”

“Sorry, I’m asking if you want to join me tonight as I try to photograph the comet passing by tonight. It will be absolutely incredible, because there will also be a meteor shower.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Michael laughs, and Gavin reacts expectedly.

“What! No! I’m not. I just- I’m- I want you to”

“Come with you to a dark place that’s only lit up by the twinkling stars above? Where it will also be cold and we’ll have no choice but to huddle close to share our body heat? Or better yet a blanket between the two of us because your dumbass would only bring one? I dunno Gav, sounds pretty romantic to me”

“Michael please! I have asked literally everyone else in the office, hell in the bloody company! You’re my last hope”

“I’m not even your first choice?! Way to woo a guy, Gav”

“You just weren’t here. You know you’re always my first choice, boi! It’s you and me versus the world, or in this case the celestial happenings that won’t happen again for another Six Thousand years!”

“Okay fine.” Michael says after a beat of silence. Gavin squeals and actually begins jumping in place. Michael laughs and shakes his head.

“But I swear if this is a ploy to Murder me or seduce me I will never forgive you”

“Michael I would never!”

“I can literally see you crossing your fingers!”

——————

That night Michael picks Gavin up and his ridiculous amount of things. He is surprised by how much equipment stargazing needs. In the movies all they had was a blanket and a thermos of Hot Chocolate.

They load Michael’s car with all the things then head out to Gavin’s predetermined location. It’s a large dark field that conveniently has an incline in the centre which is perfect for their set up. Michael drives as close as he can then helps Gavin carry everything to their spot.

Once everything is in place Michael settles in while Gavin immediately gets to work with locating the comet, and setting up his camera. Michael lays back and watches the stars above, he is amazed by how many there are compared to in the heat of the city. Gavin explained on the way that it’s due to light pollution.

“Michael come look!” Gavin yells excitedly.

Michael gets up to check out what Gavin wants him to. He has him look in the telescope, which he does, and he sees a black background with a very bright star in the centre, there seems to be dust or something flying off it.

“There she is, in all her comet beauty” gavin tells him.

Michael has to admit it’s really cool actually. Gavin is just buzzing with excitement, and Michael again has to admit to himself that he loves seeing Gavin so happy and passionate about things.

He sits back on the blanket and lays down to look back up at the sky.

“Whoa hey Gav what’s happening up there?” He asks. Gavin looks and gets excited again.

He immediately lays down to Michael, who notices how close Gavin actually is.

“That’s the meteor shower! They’re basically a bunch of tiny comets flying above us. They’re much closer to Earth which is why they go so quick. They’re made of tiny meteors, or meteorites.”

“You really know your stuff, huh?”

“Yeah, back home when I was a kid Mum and Dad would always bring me and my siblings to view astronomical events. We always had so much fun.”

Michael just listens in Aweh, he doesn’t know what’s come over him. Probably the obvious romantic vibe he mentioned back at the office. He finds himself looking at Gavin instead of the stars when he talks about his childhood. Only the outline of his face, and his eyes, can be seen under the tiny lights above.

They lay there for a while watching the stars above. Gavin is in Aweh, and Michael is too but he’s not sure exactly if it’s at the stars or his companion.

Gavin jumps up a bit later when he realizes he hadn’t taken any photos yet. Michael laughs and watches him hurridley capture the moments above.

The ending could go two ways.

Either they have a lovely evening and go home, Gavin gets a lot of good photos to sort through while Michael has some thought and feelings to sort through himself.

Or

After taking some photos Gavin decides to sit back down on the blanket to watch the sky next to his Boi. Michael again is very aware of how close Gavin is.

“Isn’t it just breathtaking, Michael?”

“Yeah, it is” He replies, but instead of the sky he is looking at Gavin.

Gavin glances at him and catches Michael staring at him. They both look away and back at the stars.

“I’m glad you asked me to come, Gav. Even if I was your 800th choice.” He laughs.

Gavin nudges him and says, “I told you! You’re always my first choice, boi.”

“I know, and you’re always mine” He smiles and glances at Gavin again, who is actually already looking at him.

They stare at each other for several moment, the stars above forgotten.

“The stars really are beautiful,” Michael mutters.

“Yeah, they are...” Gavin agrees, still staring into Michael’s eyes.

“Maybe we should get back to looking at them...”

“Probably”

Gavin licks his lips, Michael’s eyes lower and sees that, he mirrors the action.

“Gav, I...”

“Yeah?”

“I...” Then Michael leans forward and Gavin does the same. They meet and their Leila press against each other in the sweetest kiss.

If anyone takes this prompt the rest is up to you😌✨

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They Can Wait: Chapter 1 ~ Surprise

Summary: A year in Botswana, Africa went by faster than Amy thought it would. With two weeks left before she starts her first semester at Columbia University, Amy makes a detour to New Haven to visit her very best friend, Molly. What Amy initially thinks will be a fun and relaxing two weeks of bonding, turns into so much more when Molly surprises her with more than one gift.

Chapter: 1 of 2

Rated: M

Links: ao3 & Chapter 2

You can read it here, down below, or read it at ao3.org (I couldn’t upload it to ff.net yet since “Booksmart” doesn’t have a category yet)

A/N: If you haven't seen Booksmart, then you need to GO SEE THAT SHIT! Like, NOW! I also wouldn't recommend reading this fic if you haven't since it contains spoilers. If you HAVE seen Booksmart, however, then I hope you enjoy this little ficlet! It's rated M for a reason... ;)

A whole year. 

A whole year of making tampons, gaining freckles and friends, and making incredible memories that Amy would never forget had gone by faster than she initially thought it would. 

It felt good knowing she had been making a difference and that her decision to take a gap year did not go to waste. But despite the noble cause, Amy really missed home, and most of all, she really missed Molly. 

Her weird satellite phone was enough to keep them in contact most days, and if Amy was really lucky, there would be a good enough signal to maintain a Skype chat on her laptop for at least twenty minutes. 

But it wasn’t enough. Occasional phone calls and rare Skype chats were nothing like spending actual time with Molly. Nothing could compare to that.

Amy was due to attend Columbia in the following two weeks, but before she started her new life in New York, Amy wanted to make sure she made a detour to Connecticut first.  

When her plane pulled up to it’s terminal and Amy was finally freed from the aluminum tube, it took every bit of self-control she had to not sprint down to baggage claim and run straight into Molly’s welcoming arms. 

Power-walking was going to have to do, along with some occasionally shoving of strangers to get out of her way, but when Amy finally made it down the escalator and saw Molly’s friendly face smiling widely at her, Amy’s self-control flew right out the window and she ran. 

“Molly!” 

“Amy!” 

Molly’s arms wrapped around her in a tight hug and Amy sighed.

This felt like home. 

They hugged for what felt like an eternity, not wanting to let one another go considering the last time they did, Amy left for an entire year, but they knew they couldn’t hug forever, so, reluctantly, Molly and Amy both separated and took a moment to take each other in. 

“Uh, excuse me?” Molly said, using her hands to gesture up and down Amy’s body. “Who said it was legal for you to look this good coming off of an airplane?” 

“Um, what?” Amy said, matching her playful tone. “Who allowed you to look this perfect in an airport?” 

“No, seriously,” Molly continued. “How is security not here right now? This is not okay.” 

“No,” Amy said, shaking her head. “No. This is unacceptable.” 

“You need to be stopped.” 

“You need to be stopped!”

Their matching smiles grew before they broke out into laughter and wrapped around each other in another hug. 

“God, I missed you!” Molly said, squeezing tighter. 

Yeah. Amy definitely missed this. 

“I missed you, too!” Amy said, separating. “How are you? How’s school? How’s… everything!” 

Molly laughed. “Everything’s great! Nothing really new has happened since we last spoke on the phone, although–” Her smile turned into a confident grin. “I did find out I am the leading student in almost all of my classes.” 

“Yes!” Amy said, giving Molly a firm high-five. “That’s amazing, Mols! I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, but are you kidding? I’m so proud of you!” Molly said, just as enthusiastically. “You were out there making a real difference in the world for a whole year and you didn’t get eaten by a lion!” 

This was true. Though there was that one night Amy took the trash out and saw a pair of glowing eyes only a few feet away from her. She quickly ran back inside without finding out what exactly had been stalker her that night, but she was perfectly content with not knowing. 

“Yeah,” Amy laughed. “I’m alive!” 

“Well I am very grateful you’re alive,” Molly smiled, squeezing Amy’s hands. “Now let’s get your bag so we can get the fuck out of here.” Amy laughed as Molly dragged her towards the baggage carousels. “I can’t wait to show you my apartment!” 

It was a short drive to Molly’s apartment. Not enough time to catch up on everything they wanted, but Amy was looking forward to spending the rest of the evening relaxing and bonding with Molly over some movies and junk food. 

Amy rolled her luggage behind her as she followed Molly’s lead. When they reached the door to what Amy assumed was Molly’s apartment, Molly stuck her key into the keyhole and stopped to turn around. 

“I hope you’re ready,” she grinned. 

Amy furrowed her brow. “Ready?” she asked. “For what?” 

Molly didn’t answer as she turned the key and pushed open the door. 

“Right this way,” Molly said, extending her arm into the apartment as Amy hesitantly made her way inside. 

Why was she acting so weird? 

Once Amy was inside, she was taken aback by how cool, and modern and nice the apartment was. 

Amy turned back around to face Molly. 

“Mols, your apartment is beautiful,” she said. “I can’t believe you–“

“SURPRISE!” 

Amy jumped as a large group of people suddenly sprang up from different parts of the apartment. She clenched her chest as her heart raced and her eyes quickly dashed around amongst the unfamiliar faces. 

“What the fuck?!” 

“It’s a surprise party!” Molly suddenly said, appearing behind Amy and pushing her forward.

“A surprise party?” Amy said, still in a panicked state. “For what?” 

“For your welcoming back, of course,” Molly explained. “Welcome back!” 

“Molly…” Amy drawled, turning back to pout at her. “I wish you would have told me. I would have worn something better than just sweats and a t-shirt.” 

“Oh, please,” Molly said. “You look great in anything. Besides, I’ve seen these guys–“ She gestured towards the crowd with her chin. “Looking way worse on the daily. It’s no big deal.” 

Amy wasn’t completely convinced, but with that being said, what else could she possibly do? All of these people already saw her, and since they were all there, it wasn’t like she could just disappear for forty minutes to make herself look more presentable. 

Amy sighed. Oh, well. Guess she was just going to have to go with the flow. 

“Everyone,” Molly said, taking Amy’s silence as acceptance and spinning her back around to face the crowd. “This is my best friend, Amy. She was living in Africa for the past year making tampons and saving lives, and in two weeks she’ll be starting her first semester at Columbia!” 

Amy smiled and waved awkwardly at the strangers as they smiled, nodded, and even applauded her for her accomplishments. 

Being put on the spot like this was not something she was used to. 

“But before I let her mingle with all of you,” Molly continued. “I’m going to take her to her room to get settled.” 

Molly didn’t wait for their approval and started to push Amy towards the other side of the apartment. She stopped when they reached a short hallway, and Molly finally let go of Amy in favor of reaching for one of the doors. 

“This is my room,” Molly proudly grinned, opening the door and letting Amy step inside. “Isn’t it cute?”

Amy’s gaze wandered around the new surroundings. It was almost a complete replica of her room back at her parent’s house, minus the change in sheets, wall color, and additional space, which allowed Molly to have a new and larger desk. 

To most people, it was an overachiever’s nerd cave. But to Amy? It was absolutely beautiful. 

“Wow,” Amy said, walking over to a large cork board Molly had hanging over her desk. “I love it, dude,” she smiled, reaching out to graze her fingers over some old photos of them. 

Molly came up behind her, “Thanks,” and took a moment to admire the same photos. “I’m so happy you’re here.” 

Amy smiled and turned around. “Me too.” For Amy, a year without Molly was like a year without half of herself. 

Some nights in Botswana Amy would lie awake in her bed with an ache for what she had left behind. There was an ache in her heart for her best friend in the whole world, but most nights, there was also an ache further down her body for a basic hot girl named Hope. 

The last thing Amy had heard from Hope was that she was in Chicago checking out the windy city. But that was a little over a month ago. God only knew where Hope was at now. 

“Okay, now–” Molly said, taking Amy’s hand. “Let me show you where your room is going to be.” She started to pull Amy along with her, but Amy stopped. 

“My room?” she said. 

“Yeah,” Molly simply replied, tugging at Amy’s hand again. “Come on.” 

Amy let Molly take the lead again, but her brow was still curved in confusion. 

“Why am I getting my own room?” she asked, following Molly down to the last door in the hallway. 

Molly ignored her question and opened the door. “There’s three of us sharing this apartment. We’re looking for a fourth roommate to fill this room, but until then, it serves as our guest room,” Molly smiled. “So, for the next two weeks, this is your room!” Her wide grin slowly fell when Amy continued to stare at her like a lost puppy. “What’s wrong?” 

“I just–” Amy said, her shoulders sinking. “I thought I was going to stay in your room with you.” 

“Aww,” Molly said, pouting her bottom lip. “You can sleep with me in my room whenever you want. But trust me…” Molly grabbed Amy’s large luggage and rolled it into the room before nudging Amy inside as well. “You’re going to want your own room while you’re here.” She winked and pushed Amy the rest of way in. “Don’t unpack everything now. Just freshen up and do a quick change if you want. Then meet me back in the living room.” With another grin and a twiddle of her fingers, Molly shut the door and left Amy dazed and confused. 

Why would she want her own room for the next two weeks? All Amy wanted to do was make up for lost time and spend as much time with Molly as she could. Did Molly not want to share a room with her? How much have things changed with her in the last year? 

A million questions and scenarios ran through Amy’s head, but she shook the thoughts away. She didn’t have time to ponder all the possibilities as to why Molly insisted on her having her own room. Instead, Amy channeled her focus into freshening up for the party. 

Amy emerged ten minutes later with only the slightest bit of wardrobe change. She didn’t want to waste any time fishing through her bag for the perfect outfit, so she replaced her sweatpants with the first pair of jeans she could grab from the top of her folded clothes, let down her hair from it’s original bun, and added a bit of mascara and blush from her makeup bag. 

Perfect. This was good enough to meet all of Molly’s new friends. 

When Amy got to the living room, Molly was quick to spot her and quickly bring her into her circle of fellow peers. 

It was nice getting to know new faces. Amy had gotten used to interacting with the same people everyday, it was refreshing to have new, intellectual conversations about things she knew best; School, art, politics, and books. 

Yeah. These were her kind of people. 

Molly had fetched Amy a drink and when she tapped her shoulder to hand it to her, Amy turned and smiled when she recognized a familiar face standing next to Molly. 

“Annabelle!” she said, hooking an arm around the other girl’s shoulders to give her a quick hug. “Oh my gosh, how are you? It’s so good to see you.” 

Annabelle laughed. “Good to see you too, Amy. How was Botswana?” 

Amy blew out some air. “Amazing,” she said, taking the drink Molly was still holding out to her. “Let me tell you.”

An hour and two drinks into the party and Amy found herself enthralled with this new environment. Everyone was so friendly and knowledgeable. Just like Molly. 

There were some students who had come and gone since Amy arrived, but she couldn’t keep track of them all. For a medium sized apartment, Molly had it almost filled to the brink with people. Her and her roommates must have been fairly popular. Otherwise, why else would so many random people willingly come to a party to welcome someone they never even met before? 

Whatever the case, it was still pretty awesome and Amy couldn’t get enough of it. 

She was sitting on the center couch, along with six other students, listening to a very heated debate amongst two guys who were both philosophy majors, when Molly suddenly came up behind her and leaned down to whisper into her ear. 

“Can I steal you away for a second?” 

Amy craned her neck to look at her. “Hm? Yeah, of course.” She placed her drink down on the coffee table and carefully stepped her way around the other students to get to the other side of the couch. “What’s up?” 

Molly was grinning again, but this time she looked different. Her expression was different. It wasn’t sincere. In fact, it was almost… mischievous? Not to mention the slight tint change in her cheeks. 

What was she up to? 

“So, remember how I said you were going to want your own room while you stayed here?” Molly asked.

Amy’s forehead knitted together. “Yeah…?” 

“Well,” Molly said, grabbing Amy’s hands. “I finally get to show you why. Follow me.” 

“What?” Amy said, finding herself being pulled along by Molly yet again. “Mols, what are you talking about?” 

Molly led her down to the guest room door and spun around to face Amy with a wide smile. 

“I have a surprise for you,” she said. 

One of Amy’s brows arched. “You… have a surprise for me? You mean besides the party?” 

Molly slowly nodded, her smile never faltering. “Mhmm…” She tilted her head to the side to gesture towards the door. “It’s in there.” 

Amy’s eyes looked towards the wooden frame before looking back at Molly. 

“O-kay…” This wasn’t like Molly. Sure Molly was a little weird, but she was never this weird. 

Amy slowly reached for the doorknob and looked at Molly one last time, who nodded at her encouragingly, before turning it and opening the door. 

Words could not express the range of emotions Amy suddenly felt rushing through her the moment her eyes landed on the very surprise Molly had been talking about. 

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. 

And yet...

“Hey, nerd.” 

A/N: Ooh, I am so cruel. x) But don't worry! The next and final chapter will be up soon. Stay tuned! 

(Just a heads up, Tumblr recently marked my blog as explicit, but it's not. Still waiting on them to fix that)

Go see Booksmart!!!

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i'd hang the moon for it to shine on her sleeping

in which there is more sleeplessness, worrying, and newborn babies (because who can get too much of that in fic anyway? not me).

title from everything changes from waitress the musical.

(dedicated to siân because she FINISHED HER EXAMS AND I'M SO PROUD OF HER!!) (also for everyone else who finished exams i am proud of you too) (but i motivated siân with this so i’m saying her first) read on ao3 if you fancy

It's been five days and Amy’s never slept less in her life.

She wasn’t exactly sleeping amazing the last weeks of growing a human, and she’s sleeping even less now. It’s to be expected with a five-day-old baby, she knows, but so far Amy thinks the sleeplessness is mostly her own fault. Instead of sleeping when she can she's hopelessly staring at her daughter, observing with exact shares enchantment and worry the way she breathes in and out, out and in while her tiny chest rises and falls.

“You’ll notice if she stops breathing,” had been the response of their doctor as well as Camila Santiago when Amy’d asked them both over the phone yesterday. “Don’t worry,” both had ended their words of comfort, and she had made a feeble attempt to believe them.

It's easier said than done. She's a worrier, it's in her blood, and so far motherhood has only increased her capability to picture nightmare scenarios. She now has vivid nightmares where her daughter somehow manages to roll over in her sleep and choke on something, ones where an unhinged criminal sneaks in to steal her baby without them noticing and ones where the breathing simply ceases without them ever knowing why. Despite the unlikeliness of all these visions, they're what plays inside Amy's head on repeat soon as she closes her eyes. She thought she worried excessively before she became a parent, but that was before she knew anything about this. There are so many factors to consider, Amy’s started wondering whether it’s best to never let the infant leave the apartment at all. She’s already googled world-class safety locks for their door and breathing monitors for newborns.

Leah stirs in her babynest, pouting her lips and bringing a hand closer to her face. She’s slept for about two hours, peaceful and content after a feeding and a diaper change Amy had Jake do, and Amy’s been staring for all of it.

Even without the worrying, it’s hard to stop watching her. There’s so much to take in, so much soft dark hair to stroke, a tiny nose and adorable cheeks to kiss until the newborn starts flinching in protest.

She’s lost in admiration, too busy feeling her heart melt with love at the sight of Leah stretching her little legs inside the white star-patterned pajamas Jake bought way, way too early. She's so entranced she doesn't notice Jake's woken up, too, and she almost jumps at the sound of his gruff, sleep-filled voice.

“Whaddimeisit?”

“Bit after seven, I think.”

The mattress dips as he shifts his weight to check his phone. “Seven-eighteen,” he confirms with a yawn. “Did you fall back asleep?”

“Not really, no.”

“Ames,” he says in the worrying tone that never fails to remind her how much he cares, “You have to sleep, too. Probably now more than ever.”

“Don’t want to stop watching her,” she whispers, and Leah squeaks in the same moment as if she's trying to underline Amy's point. “She's going to eat again soon, anyway, and I’m just… worried. About everything. That something will happen, she'll stop breathing and I won't notice, or…”

“Or?”

“I'm just worried.”

“Mm.” He’s stroking Leah's hair, playing with the subtle curls at her neck. “I know, babe, but you still really have to get some rest.”

“I know.” Amy bites her lip. “I just keep seeing it. Whenever I close my eyes, it's like I'm back when she was born and she was blue and they took her away and I didn't know for several minutes whether she was -”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. They’re both still trying to mentally recover from the dramatic fashion their child decided to enter the world in, they both know what she’s going to say, and neither of them wants to hear it. Jake squeezes her hand once, twice, and she gives him a half-hearted smile in return.

“She’s okay now, Ames. It’s all that matters.”

“But what if?”

“Let’s see,” he hums. “There’s no blanket, so she can’t get anything over her face. She doesn’t know how to roll over yet. The baby nest is breathable material, and we’re literally right next to her. Does that help?”

“Theoretically,” she admits, and he looks pleased. “Thanks. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Leah begins to whimper at that moment, and her discontentment steadily increases from non-existent to all-encompassing in the rough ten seconds it takes for her to go from silent to crying. If it weren’t for the way her screams has the ability to wholly crush Amy’s heart and scar her eardrums, perhaps the rapid change in mood would be something to laugh at, but as it is, the minute it takes Amy to prop herself up with a pillow and remove her t-shirt before Jake can place a clearly ravenous Leah at her chest feels like an eternity.

Then the newborn finally starts eating, and the screaming is forgotten in an instant. Such appears to be the magic of parenthood, they’re learning.

“She’s so cute,” Jake mumbles for probably the two-hundredth or so instance in the last four days. “It doesn’t make sense. Like, are we even cute enough to have made her? Are our genes that good?”

“We did make her,” she diligently reminds him, and he grins. “So they must be.”

“Seems suspicious, is all I’m saying.”

“I’m not sure I like what you’re implying here.”

“Fine,” he laughs. “Obviously she’s ours. She’s just - way more incredible than I thought, you know? In every single way.”

“That she is,” Amy agrees, nudging Leah’s chin when the infant loses track of what she’s doing, eyes darting from Amy to Jake and back again. “If a little easily distracted.”

“You can’t blame her. I am known for my distracting abilities, after all.”

He looks smug, and she snorts at his overly proud grin before she goes back to trying to make Leah regain her focus. It takes a couple tries, but eventually, it seems to work and the peaceful snuffles return.

Their bedroom grows silent save Leah’s noises. The silence brings with it a new reminder of the exhaustion when Amy feels as if her eyelids are getting heavier by the second, and it takes all of her focus not to fall asleep sitting up. If she could only let go of the constant worrying for a minute, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for just a couple hours of undisturbed sleep, and she tells Jake so when he returns with a new glass of water for her.

“So do it,” he insists, and she opens her mouth to protest. “After she’s done eating, obviously. You can get a couple hours of sleep and I’ll be with her all the time.”

“Are you sure it's okay?”

“Yeah, are you kidding me? We're a team, and I want all the time I can get with her, too.”

“I know that,” Amy mumbles. “I just don’t know how to relax. Or how to stop feeling like I have to look at her every single second. It’s stupid.”

“It really isn’t.”

“I feel like I’m going crazy, though”

“No, you’re a worried type of person who just had a baby,” Jake corrects her. “All non-asshole parents worry, and we’re new to this. It’ll get easier, but until then, you still have to sleep.”

“You really think it’ll get easier?”

“Honestly? I have no idea.” He grins and she laughs at his honesty, at the familiarity and safety of their openness with each other. “But I know I’m with you, and I know we tend to make a pretty damn awesome team. So yeah, I do think it’ll get easier.”

“I love you.” She barely gets the words out before a yawn drowns them out. “So much. Thank you.”

“You know you don't have to thank me for being a parent, right?”

“I still love you,” she repeats, watching his cheeks take on the slightest hint of pink before he reaches over and softly kisses her cheek.

The second Leah finishes eating, he’s ready with a muslin cloth on his shoulder, and Amy barely has the energy to move the pillows and put her t-shirt back on before she allows herself to find a comfortable position and finally, finally close her eyes.

“Goodnight, babe,” she hears Jake whisper, followed by a content gurgle from Leah which causes Amy to smile instinctively.

She’s worried she’ll have nightmares, but for once she doesn’t dream at all. When she wakes up two hours later, it’s to a nearly hot cup of coffee on her nightstand and the sight of Jake trying to play peekaboo with a highly skeptical Leah.

It's more than she could ever ask for, and when he notices she's awake and shoots her that disarming grin, she's certain - even with the worrying and even though their daughter starts crying again a minute later, it's everything she ever dreamed of.

[randomfandomimagine]

Back To Normal (Jake Peralta x Reader)

Characters: Jake Peralta

Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Tags: Reader Insert, Gender Neutral Reader, Fluff

Warnings: Very brief mentions of anxiety and slight PTSD

Requested by anon: can you do a jake peralta x reader where the reader has been undercover for a few months and they r finally coming back the 99 but jake is nervous that things won’t be perfect when they get back, just cute soft stuff please <3

If it weren’t because you were afraid that the elevator would malfunction if you moved too much, you would be pacing inside it. You took a deep breath, preparing to be back at the 99.

You gulped when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. The familiar sight of the bullpen hadn’t been erased from your memory even after one whole year away. You thought you would be even more nervous upon arriving, but you honestly felt relieved to be back home.

“Welcome back, Y/N!” Loud voices exclaimed, causing you to violently jump up. Everyone came out of their hiding places and stood before you with a big sign that welcomed you.

“Wow” Terry walked over to you and put a hand on your arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little jumpy still” You chuckled awkwardly. “You know, a year away, my cover being blown and all…”

There was a pause in which they looked at each other, and you realized you had ruined your own surprise with your pessimism and nervousness. Nonetheless, Charles took a step forward and kindly smiled at you.

“We’re all happy to have you back” He said, giving you a quick hug.

“Thanks, it’s good to be back too” Terry then hugged you, followed by Amy, Gina, Hitchcock, Scully and, although reluctantly because she didn’t like hugs, Rosa.

“We made you a cake” Amy excitedly said. “We’ll get it for you”

“Thank you, guys” You were genuinely moved by their warm welcome, even if it would get you some time to get used to everything again.

Someone startled you a little as they cleared their throat, and you braced yourself for the moment you had been dreading. You turned to Jake.

“Hi, there, Y/N” You had definitely missed his kind brown eyes and that goofy yet endearing grin of his. “It’s been so long”

“Hi, Jake” You moved closer to him, stretching your hand out for him to shake, but his arms suddenly opened in an invitation to hug him.

“Oh” He chuckled, somewhat awkwardly. “Sorry, I-“

“It’s okay, it’s my bad” You went ahead and hugged him, grimacing at the awkwardness of the moment.

To be fair, you had been away for a whole year without any sort of interactions at all. Out of everyone in the 99, despite how well you got along with everybody, you were definitely closest with Jake. You were extremely good friends, but you also were really playful and perhaps a little bit flirtatious as well. You were in a perfect balance between good friends and something else and you both enjoyed that zone. But it would take some time to get back to it after so long.

“I, uh” Jake broke the hug, which you realized lasted too long, and pointed a thumb over his shoulder. “Should help with the cake. You know, they’re lost without me”

You chuckled awkwardly at his attempt at a joke and nodded.

“Me too, I have to…” You let your gaze wander until your eyes fell over the captain’s office. “Talk to Holt, you know, report and all that stuff”

“Yeah, yeah, cool” Jake nodded energetically. “Cool cool cool cool cool”

You frowned, surprised by his clear nervousness. You forced a smile and walked towards the captain’s office. You noticed Jake’s eyes still on you, so you turned to him. He gave you an equally awkward smile before he fidgeted around and excused himself.

*

The day had been harder than you thought. Everyone was really friendly towards you, perhaps even too friendly. It made you uncomfortable that they were so attentive and nice, and even if you appreciated it, you just needed to feel normal. They paid too much attention to you, and it also made you feel like you were a little useless. Sure, you were jumpy and a little afraid and paranoid, but you had everything under control. You were no Adrian Pimento, even if, then again, you hadn’t been undercover nearly as long as him.

You jumped, startled out your thoughts, when the break room swung open. Jake appeared there, stopping at the door and watching you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” He exclaimed, making you tense up at the loud volume. Luckily, he realized and he regulated his voice. “I didn’t know you were here either, I’ll just go to the roof…”

“Don’t be silly” That was the other response, people running away from you because you irritated them with your jumpiness. “You don’t have to go. I mean, you can if you want to but…”

“Cool, that way we can chat for a bit” Jake smiled.

An uncomfortable pause followed as none of you thought of an ice breaker and the silence only lingered.

“Can you pass me a water bottle, please?” You decided to say to break it.

“Sure! Sure sure sure” He gave it to you, and you noticed he was very careful not to brush his fingers against yours.

He plopped down next to you, startling you a little as your hands were a little shaky and you had been focusing on opening the water bottle. You were starting to wonder if you had done right in going back, maybe you should have taken a few more days to calm down, but being alone in your apartment was torture. Besides, you did miss everyone, especially Jake.

“Here” He noticed your struggle and was extra gentle in taking the bottle from your hands.

“Thanks” You smiled when he popped it open and handed it back to you.

You drank your water in silence while Jake leaned back in the couch and sighed. He idly moved the badge that hung over his neck so it rested on the center of his torso, right over his tummy.

“What’s going on with you, Jake?” You needed to ask him, seeking some familiarity again.

“What?” He looked up at you, you had apparently taken him out of his thoughts.

“You’re the only person that has treated me like you used to… Kinda” You noticed the serious expression in his face, almost sad, and knew it was yet another sign. “But you’re still acting strange, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t reply at first, averting his gaze from yours. But then he sighed again and piped up.

“Honestly? I’m bummed out that we’re a little… distant” When his eyes locked with yours, he was quick to correct himself. “Don’t get me wrong, I get it, you just got back and…”

“Yeah, you’ve been undercover yourself” You reminded him with a small smile.

“Well” Jake grinned in amusement. “As much as I’d like to say it was cool and epic, it was… kinda boring”

“Oh…”

“Thing is, I get it. You’re jumpy and uncomfortable and you need time… I just wish things could get back to normal, especially between us”

“Are you being honest?” Slowly feeling like you were recovering a bit of your usual playful banter, you dropped the comment to test the waters. “Am I wrong or have you changed? Matured?”

Jake giggled, to your surprise.

“Mature sounds like manure” When you didn’t laugh, he explained even if it was not necessary. “Like poop?”

“Okay, I take it back” You rolled your eyes, smiling nonetheless. “You haven’t changed”

“I’ll take that as a compliment” He nudged you, smiling widely.

The silence settled once more, but this time it wasn’t as awkward. It wasn’t like those comfortable silences in which you and Jake maybe cuddled and spent a long time not talking, just enjoying the other’s presence. But it was a start.

“Just so you know” Jake bumped his knee against yours to get your attention. “Even if you’re jumpy, you know we’re all gonna protect you. And we’re gonna look after you until you feel better”

You were genuinely moved by his honest words. Maybe he had matured a little after all. Just a little bit.

“Thank you, Jake” You hesitated, but in the end you leaned closer and kissed him in the cheek.

At first he smiled, and you could have sworn he blushed a little. But then he pursed his lips and jokingly shook his head.

“Now you’ve done it, Y/N” He sighed dramatically.

“Done what?”

“Oh, you know what”

“No, I really don’t, what are you-?”

You yelped when Jake suddenly wrapped his arms around you and tackled you until your back was against the seat and he was on top of you.

“Take that kiss back!” He said with his stupid fake deep voice.

You grinned, watching that familiar playful spark in his eyes. That was just what you needed.

“Never!” You decided to play along, even if your heart was racing and he had scared you a little with that sudden movement.

But he knew you needed to realize, you were in no danger there with them. Especially there with him. Jake smiled, letting you know he could read your mind.

“I said take it back, or I swear!” He kept you in place, holding your wrists even if his grasp was incredibly soft and gentle. “I swear, I will tickle you!”

Due to the unexpected nature of his silly threat, you actually erupted into laughter. In turn, that made Jake compose the brightest grin you had ever seen.

You wiggled a little, starting to feel a little restless since you were locked in that position when he lingered. Jake immediately acted on your clear nervousness, though, because he took your hands in his and gently pulled you up.

When you both sat up straight again, he stared with a frown. It was good to see that, despite the distance and long time apart, your connection still allowed you to easily read him. Before he could worry of having gone too far in his attempt to make you feel better, you spoke yourself.

“You know?” You hugged him from the side, enjoying the pleasant feeling of his closeness and warmth. “It feels great to be back, Jakey”

He chuckled happily and put an arm around you, inviting you to get comfortable against him.

“Jakey, huh?” He joked as he lovingly squeezed you against him. “Now I’ve done it”

You smiled, nuzzling his chest. Maybe it would take you a long time to get comfortable again, and maybe you wouldn’t feel completely safe in a long time. But thanks to Jake, you already felt at home, like things were slowly starting to get back to normal.

Tagging: @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader, @xionroxas, @qtmeryr

[heryellowcup]

Chloe and Beca meet again after a long time? thanks!

thanks for the prompt, anon! enjoy!💕 this was so much fun to write btw, love stuff like this. 

Beca knew it should be awkward, seeing Chloe again after such a long time, knew it was definitely going to be. But that certainly didn’t stop her from embracing the other girl in a tight hug as soon as she had spotted her. There was going to be enough time to be awkward later. Now she just needed to be with Chloe, in her arms, pretending everything was back to how it had always been. Pretending they hadn’t spent the past few years apart, pretending that they were still best friends, that they could stay in each other’s arms for way too long without it being weird because that’s just how they were.

She had missed this. Had missed Chloe. She had missed being close to the other girl and she had missed this fuzzy feeling she got whenever the other girl was around. But now that she felt Chloe in her arms, it was back full force.

“Don’t tell me you like hugs now, Miss Mitchell,” Chloe joked with a content grin on her face. She had almost pulled back but Beca had made sure to pull her closer instead. She wasn’t ready to let her go yet, knowing it was going to be weird afterwards.

“You know I only like yours.” They both chuckled even though they knew it wasn’t a joke, not at all. Beca meant it. She had never liked physical touch but with Chloe it had always been different.

And then they finally pulled back, after the others started looking at them knowingly, smirking at each other and wiggling their eyebrows. The two girls that they had affectionately called aca-wives for the past few years were reunited again.

And yet it didn’t feel the same and things, of course, started to be somewhat awkward as they all started catching up with each other. Chloe and Beca were both avoiding looking into each other’s eyes, scared it might give away how much they had truly missed each other.

They all had changed. Beca wasn’t surprised. It was normal for people to change, especially after such a long time. She hadn’t expected them all to be the same. And of course Beca had known all of them very well, still did, but perhaps she didn’t know them as well as she knew Chloe. Amy was still the confident and funny woman she was before and Stacie was still as sexual and fun as she used to be. But with Chloe, she was able to tell the little changes. She was still Chloe. Just not her Chloe anymore. She felt like she had to relearn how to be around the redhead. There were little pieces missing for Beca to put together the Chloe she had become. She didn’t know how her life was going or how she liked her job. Didn’t know if she was perhaps seeing anyone. Didn’t know what she’d been up to. While they did text sometimes, it had become increasingly less and less over the years. Beca’s life was distracting enough so she didn’t have to think too hard about things like Chloe, about her feelings.

There were so many unspoken things between the two of them now, always had been. They needed to come out, eventually, they both knew it, but it felt impossible. Their relationship felt too fragile already and it was scaring Beca.

Which is why she was happy when she managed to get away from the others for a while to explore Emily’s house. It was huge, Beca had noted, happy for the other girl who was obviously very successful. Beca really wasn’t one to attend hamster funerals, but this was Emily. Sweet, innocent Emily who they all loved so much. And it was a great excuse to see them all again.

Beca didn’t know if Chloe had found her on purpose or if she just so happened to enter the same room she was currently in, looking at some of the pictures that were hung up on the wall. She was admiring them, smiling softly to herself.

She only really acknowledged Chloe when she suddenly felt arms around her waist, the redhead hugging her from behind. All Beca did was sigh happily, accepting the embrace. They didn’t have enough time to make this weird, not when they were alone.

“We were quite something, huh?” Chloe chuckled as she studied the picture as well. It was one of all of the Bellas, one they had taken on an especially happy day. All of them were smiling at the camera, except for Chloe and Beca who were grinning at each other instead, the redhead’s arm wrapped around her shoulder. They had been so happy.

“I miss this,” Beca admitted softly, another sigh escaping her lips.

“What? The picture? Or this?” Chloe whispered, her lips brushing against Beca’s ear, making her shiver, before she pulled Beca even closer. The brunette knew that Chloe already knew the answer. Of course she had missed this. Hugging Chloe, cuddling with her. She missed it more than anything.

“This too, yeah,” Beca whispered before biting her lip thoughtfully, a little smile still tugging on the corners of her lips.

“I can’t believe it, you’ve really started to love hugs, huh?” Chloe chuckled, making Beca laugh as well. The redhead was right. Maybe the others weren’t the only ones that had changed.

“It’s been a long time, you know-”

Of course someone would have to interrupt them. Stacie.

“Oopps, I didn’t mean to interrupt uhhh… this…” There was a huge smirk on the brunette’s lips and Beca simply rolled her eyes as she pulled back from the embrace.

“We were just catching up.“

“That’s what the kids call it these days, yeah?” Stacie chuckled, but her joke wasn’t received well by the other two who really just wanted to know what Stacie was doing there in the first place. “Emily is still sad, she wants to watch a movie with all of us.”

All Beca did to reply was groan loudly and Chloe playfully nudged her shoulder.

“You still hate movies then, Mitchell?”

“I sure do.”

Maybe there were some things that hadn’t changed after all. Beca was incredibly thankful for that.

The next time Beca got some alone time was after they had all went to bed. The movie had been incredibly boring, of course, and she hadn’t even been able to secretly take Chloe’s hand under the blanket because Stacie and Amy had sat down between them. Amy, who was laughing way too loudly at the not so funny jokes in the movie while Aubrey, having comforted Emily the whole time, and said brunette had somehow ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms. And everyone else was asleep now too, except for Beca, unable to get some sleep herself.

So instead she simply made her way to the balcony from which she could admire the ocean right in front of her. It was a warm night and so she didn’t even freeze in the slightest as she curled up on the armchair and looked at the stars. Looked at them until a familiar redhead suddenly joined them and she had something else entirely to look at.

“Can’t sleep either?” Chloe asked gently, but Beca didn’t answer at first. She was too busy looking at her friend who was only wearing a shirt and panties. Her shirt was oversized, but it barely managed to cover her whole ass and it was killing Beca.

“Earth to Beca!!” Chloe chuckled and snapped her fingers right in front of the brunette’s face, a knowing smirk on her lips.

“No I can’t,” Beca mumbled, her face now bright red. “It just feels so surreal seeing everyone again… seeing-”

“Seeing you again.” Chloe finished her sentence with a nod, obviously feeling the same way.

Beca smiled softly and nodded as well, it still felt weird being there with her again, talking to her in person, but in an incredibly good way. And the fact that Chloe wasn’t wearing a lot of clothes was kind of driving her insane.

“How have you been doing?” she then asked after a while of comfortable silence that they had both spent looking at the ocean in front of them, though Beca had glanced at Chloe’s bare legs more than once.

Their conversation after that had been innocent enough when suddenly-

“Did you find me attractive? Back in Barden, I mean. And well, after that.” It had come out of nowhere and Beca was more than just a little flustered but she also felt like maybe now was the time to come clean with Chloe. She wouldn’t be able to lie to the redhead anyways, not when she looked that beautiful in the dim moonlight.

“Yeah, I…I did…” Beca took a deep breath and smiled at Chloe. “Still do.”

There was silence again after that, but Chloe’s smile was now matching Beca’s as they just looked at each other for what felt like ages.

Beca felt like she should say something then, Chloe looking at her expectantly, as if she’d guessed what exactly was on Beca’s mind. As if she knew exactly what the brunette wanted to ask.

And so she did.

“What about you? Did you… did you find me attractive?” Beca asked, somewhat shy now, but still confident enough to smirk at Chloe.

That smirk faded, however, when the redhead started chuckling and shaking her head in amusement.

“What? Is that really so funny?” Beca asked, trying not to sound angry. Trying not to spit out her words, forcing herself to stay calm.

And then suddenly her brain short circuited, Chloe now straddling her lap.

“Oh Beca,” she kept chuckling and suddenly her mouth was everywhere. Her jawline, her neck, kissing gently, nibbling. And all Beca could do was shiver and lean into her touch, unable to fight any of this. “You’re so cute. You’re a goddess, Beca Mitchell. Don’t you know that?”

Beca gasped sharply when Chloe sneaked her hand into her pajama pants. She knew this wasn’t the right time to do this, but she also knew that it had been a long time coming. She had been waiting for it, even.

“Chloe, do you think-”

She got interrupted by smooth fingers slipping into her panties and thinking was the last thing she could do now as she bucked her hips to meet Chloe’s fingers.

“Don’t think, Beca. Just let it happen. This doesn’t have to mean anything.” The way Chloe was whispering those words into her ear, nibbling and licking the same spot, was driving her crazy and when the redhead suddenly pushed two fingers inside of her all that escaped her lips were little whimpers of pure bliss.

She had barely been able to comprehend anything Chloe had whispered, definitely wasn’t able to answer. And yet it didn’t matter, because they both knew it was a lie.

This meant everything.

[dyde21]

Dancing

Just a very short drabble I wrote for Tyler and Ashe! I love my two OC’s very much, and they are how I vent all the cuteness I need to write when I need a break from Percabeth! I hope you give this story a chance, I’d really appreciate it!

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“5,6,7,8,” Ashe counted out as she leaned forward.

“Step, step, spin, lock, reverse, up, down, catch.” She called out in time with the loud song blaring from the speakers.

Next to her Tyler did his best to stay on pace, his mind racing through the steps and all the critiques she had given him. Wincing slightly as one of his steps was in the wrong direction, he adjusted with a larger one to make up for it before following Ashe's lead.

His torture continued for a few more moments before they reached the end of their choreography. Stepping down with force and posing, Tyler just let himself breath heavily for a moment, holding it.

“Good!” Ashe praised, clapping her hands together once before she laughed as she saw her boyfriend practically collapse.

Moving over to the corner of the room, he collapsed against the large mirror as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his arm and rested his head against the glass.

“This is so dumb.” He muttered out, out of breath. He wasn't sure how long they had been practicing, but it was definitely too long in his opinion.

Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's poutyness, she grabbed a water bottle and moved over to him before handing him it.

“You're doing really well. You've picked it up surprisingly fast!” Ashe praised honestly. It was true. Perhaps unsurprisingly Tyler wasn't exactly a dancer, nor was he particularly eager when Ami had suggested the idea in the first place. Unfortunately for him, he was a little at the mercy of Ami and herself when it came to training. While Ashe certainly would never make him do something he honestly didn't want to do, or anything harmful to him, a little embarrassment and doubt in his own abilities wasn't a good enough reason for them not to follow through with the idea.

“Why do we need to do this again? I don't remember signing up for any dancing competitions.” He reasoned, only feeling a bit guilty for whining.

Rolling her eyes, Ashe just cocked her hip. “Because for your information, we're partners.” That had been established a while ago, but Ashe couldn't help the little smile that came to her lips saying it out loud. “Which means we need teamwork. What better way to build teamwork than dancing after all? Two people, moving in sync, working together.” She explained again.

Staring up at her, Tyler sighed, knowing she was right. “That's easy for you to say Ms. Fire Dancer. Not all of us practically dance while we fight.”

The corner of her lip twitching at his roundabout compliment, she shrugged. “That's just a nickname. We now you have the strength, but you need to work on your agility so here we are.”

Groaning Tyler dropped his head back against the mirror. “But it's so embarrassing.”

A twinge of sympathy in her heart, Ashe knew that Tyler was someone who had a habit of getting embarrassed too easily. Moving over, she sat down next to him and nestled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I think you're incredibly cool for doing this you know?” She muttered, before leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I know it's a bit out of your comfort zone, but I really do think this will help us. I appreciate that you're giving it your all.” It was true, even despite her boyfriend's poutiness, she could clearly see that every repetition he was giving it everything he had. He wasn't repeating the same mistakes often, and he gave it every ounce of effort he could to do it perfectly, even if he hated doing it.

That was one of things she loved about her boyfriend.

Tyler looked over at his girlfriend, seeing her piercing blue eyes looking up at him with a mix of amusement and concern. Leaning forward, he kissed the tip of her nose, watching her eyes go cross-eyed for a moment as she followed the movement and smiled.

“You're way too good at convincing me of stuff. And you're always right.” He offered with a shrug, nudging her slightly.

Smirking, Ashe just nudged him back. “One, it's cause I know you. Two, that's not true and you know that. I just happen to be right when you're being pouty.” She teased, not unkindly.

“Fine. But how about we call it he-”

They both jumped at the loud crash of the door being kicked in.

“Alright you two, enough flirting. Show me what you've learned.” Ami announced boldly as she smirked at their deer in the headlights expression.

“We weren't flirting!” Tyler said defensively out of reflex.

Standing up, Ashe cracked her back. “We kinda were.”

“Oh... yeah.” He merely said, taking the hand she offered to stand up.

Unable to help herself, Ami let out a sigh. “Life is so much better with you two finally together. So much less frustration in the air.”

Ashe just threw a towel at her sister while Tyler looked off to the side embarrassed.

Resetting the music, Ashe took her position and waited for Tyler to do the same. Hesitating only a moment, Tyler relented and took his pose for the beginning of their routine.

Once Ami was done muttering about how cute they looked together, she counted it off and started the music. Ashe was silent this time aside from almost inaudible grunts of effort as they moved through their routine.

With one last step and pose, they finished the routine once again as they held it, both of them breathing heavily. Looking up, they saw Ami grinning at both of them. “That was great!” She cheered, clapping excitedly.

“Ashe moved a little too fast at times, and you need to work on your precision Tyler but you guys are doing so much better than you did yesterday!” Ami offered.

Tyler and Ashe just looked at each other and grinned cheekily, both of them feeling a little proud that their hard work was finally starting to pay off. They weren't exactly sure how this would translate into actual fighting, but they had a feeling they understood working together just a little bit better.

“Now onto the next bit!” Ami chirped happily, already getting ready to go over the next steps.

Tyler groaned, but before he could make a run for it he felt Ashe tuck herself into his side and wrap an arm comfortingly around his waist.

Out of reflex he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her just a little bit closer as they listened to Ami start to explain the next part.

“Admit it. You're having a little bit of fun.” Ashe muttered, glancing over at him.

Pausing and only staying lost in her eyes for a few moments he nodded. “With you? Always.”

“...cute. But stop getting distracted! Now, like I was saying.” Ami offered, not even attempting to hide her smirk as she started her explanation over again. She had managed to get those two together, now it was her job to turn them into the unstoppable duo in life and battle that she knew those two could grow up to be.

[ofnifflersandkings]

Title: Late For the Date Character: Jake Peralta A/n: It was a lot harder than I thought to manage school and this because i can no longer procrastinate writing during the day and then just stay up till 2am to finish a story.

Previous Part: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/164424008027/title-minor-set-back-character-jake-peralta

•

In retrospect, it might have been a bad idea to invite you over to Jake's place for the date. The whole building was unpredictable and he legitimately had nothing planned.

Jake slumped down in his seat, hands dragging down his face as he tried to formulate an idea in his head.

That or which persona he would take up when he inevitably makes a total and complete fool of himself in front of you therefore causing him to flee the country and herd goats to avoid the shame.

It’s just that he was so attracted to you, that sometimes he didn’t even know what he was saying to you half the time. He hadn’t felt that way about anyone in what felt like forever. Jake wanted to do this date right, and not halfass it like he did with everything else.

“Hey, Cassanova,” Gina said as she gracefully plopped into the seat next to his desk. “Little bird told me you managed to snag a date with (Y/n).”

“Is this little bird Charles?”

Gina laughed while her and Charles exchanged a quick glance at each other. “Maybe, anways tell me all the details of what you have planned.”

Jake huffed. “Funny you mention that, cause I got nothing.”

“That’s surprising coming from you. You’re usually the top guy when it comes to setting up dates.”

“That’s just it though, all my previous dates have been total flops. And I really want this one to work out,” He said, casting her a hopeful glance. “Any ideas?”

“Oh, you want a full on thing? Then no, I cannot be of help to you. But, Amy and her are good friends, so trying asking her,” Gina said, standing up and stretching. “But I mean if things don’t work out, send her my way.”

Jake only nodded, too distracted by his thoughts but when he did his head shot up. “Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

•

To say it was chaos in the Peralta apartment would be a drastic understatement for the situation at hand. He had been taking better care of the apartment, but now it felt like every little thing was out of place and had to be taken care of asap.

God, is this how Santiago felt all the time?

That poor woman.

Jake pulled up his sleeve to check the time and saw that be still had an hour left before you were gonna arrive.

After his small discussion with Amy, he was fairly certain that the date would be pretty good. He learned that grand or extravagant gestures tend to make you uncomfortable, and if he treated this like a more casual hang out then you would enjoy yourself a lot more.

That was Jake’s main goal for the evening, to make you comfortable around him so you both could enjoy yourselves.

With everything done all he had to do was sit and wait for you to show up.

•

Jake checked his watch for the fifth time in the span of a three minutes. His knees jolted up and down nervously as he continued to glance at the door of his apartment, barely listening to the silly sitcom he had playing on the television.

You were almost twenty minutes late, something very unusual since Amy and Captain Holt would boast about your punctuality to him, in hopes something might rub off on him.

Another ten minutes passed and Jake tried not to let the hurt settle in, there weren’t any messages from you and if it was something serious he knew you would have called.

Jake let out a deep sigh and went to turn off the television when there were a few frantic knocks at the door.

His whole heart jumped at the sound and he tried to not seem too eager as he went to open the door. Taking a small moment to clear his throat and smoothen out his hair, Jake finally opened it.

“I am so sorry!” You said with a large huff. “So much was happening, I got lost in a bit of my work and then my aunt called me just as I was about to leave and the woman can talk for ages.”

Jake couldn’t keep back the smile, he was just so happy to see you and that he could avoid the potential heartbreak over you standing him up.

“It’s totally cool,” Jake said, trying to seem nonchalant while his heart felt like it was ready to hop out of his chest and take off screaming. “I mean I don’t have any aunts but I can imagine they would be delightful ladies who would talk to me a ton too.”

Jake brought you inside his apartment and gave you a small tour of where everything was. “Bathroom’s on the second door to the left if ya need it and bedroom is the last door of the hall if you need a quiet place to have a mental breakdown like I do twice a day.”

Jake’s ears perked up whenever you laughed and he noticed you open up your bag to pull something out.

“First of all, I wanted to say thank you for being so sweet about me being unbearably late for our date,” You then took out a paper bag and held it out to him, Jake couldn’t help but smile at the brightly colored chalk that stained your hands. “Secondly, I got this for you because I felt really bad about it.”

Jake feigned a suspicious look as he opened the bag and looked inside. “It’s an everything bagel!” He said with a happy laugh as he unwrapped it. “Look! It even has beef jerky! Where did you get this at?”

You gave him a wink and tapped the side of your nose. “I know a guy, makes anything I ask him to really. And I remember you talking about wanting one so I thought it would make up for me.”

Jake’s whole system was being overflooded with pleasant affection for you that he couldn’t help but lean over and give you a big hug.

Though when he realized what he did he almost dropped the bagel. “I’m sorry, that was really awkward and I dunno how comfortable you are with that kind of stuff.”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “No it’s fine, I thought it was pretty cute.”

Jake set the food aside and helped you out of your coat. “Now the date can officially begin!”

•

You stiffled a laugh as you reached out to move Jake’s head back to it’s former position. “Jake Peralta, if you’re going to be my muse then you have to sit still.”

After watching a couple comedies and spending a good few of hours just talking and exchanging funny stories while the two of enjoyed each other’s company. Then you finally managed to convince Jake to let you draw him.

Trouble was, he kept making silly faces or intentionally moving poses to try and get a reaction out of you. “I’m your muse? I’m not an overly kinky man, but I must say, I do like the sound of that.”

You shot him a look and pushed on his shoulder so he’s stumble out of his weird position on the couch. “Hush up, you’re distracting me from my art.”

Jake placed his chin in his hand and watched your hands float around the sketchbook and how your eyes would quickly switch between his face and the page. “You’re incredibly attractive like this, did you know that?”

You smiled, still keeping your gaze on the paper. “Why Mr. Peralta, you are quite foward.”

Jake chuckled, tilting his head ever slightly. “It’s true, Gina was telling me about the whole attractive artist thing and I gotta say that I’m into it.”

“Guess that’s lucky for me then.” You said, smudging one part of his shirt while you debated what to do next, missing Jake’s content sigh while he watched you.

“Just a bit more,” You said, taking one last glance up at him and then tossing your pencil aside. “Done!”

Jake eagerly waited for you to flip the sketchbook over but when you didn’t he raised an eyebrow. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show me?”

“Should I?” You asked, placing it close to your chest so it was totally concealed. “I don’t think you’ve earned it.”

“Not fair! I am the best muse an artist could have!” He argued, trying to steal the book away from you.

“Lemme see!”

“Nah, I don’t feel like it.”

“(Y/n)!”

Jake started tickling your sides. “Show me! Let me gaze upon my beautiful face!” His laughter mixing with yours whenever you tried to swat him away.

“Fine! Fine!” You wheezed, pushing him off of you enough to plop the page onto his lap.

“Aw man,” Jake said as he held the picture close to him. “I look absolutely dreadful, is this what I look like all the time because I should really work on that.”

You nudged him. “Shut up, you’re not that bad.”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows. “(Y/n), are you trying to tell me that I’m pretty.”

“Would you mind if I was?”

Jake blushed, and cleared his throat. “N-Not at all.”

You leaned against him. “Well you’re pretty handsome, Peralta.”

Jake looked down at you and smiled. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Thank you, I try my best,” You said with a smile, leaning over to look at the clock on the microwave. “Oh wow, I think I should be heading home.” You announced, rolling off the coach and springing to your feet.

He stood up, handing you your sketchbook and helping you retrieve your things. “You’re leaving me so soon?” He asked once the two of you were at the door. “I didn’t get to turn my charm on.”

You smiled over your shoulder while putting your coat on. “I think you were charming enough, besides if I hang around you too much I’ll lose the allure.”

Jake leaned against the doorframe while you finished getting situated. “Well, you’re welcome at my place any time. I’d be happy to have you over again.”

“I might take you up on that offer, Detective Peralta,” You said, smiling whenever he chuckled. “Anyways, thank you for a very fun evening.”

“It was fun for me too. Definitely ranks pretty high on my best date list.” Jake said, your gazes meeting briefly as he decided weither or not to kiss your goodnight.

“I’ll see you later then.” You said before he could make up his mind.

“Goodnight, let me know when you get home safe.” Jake told you, awkwardly shaking your hand.

You smiled and nodded before turning around for breif second, then quickly facing him again, lightly tugging on the front of his shirt to give him a small kiss on his cheek.

“Will do.” You said, letting him go and walking down the hallway.

Jake leaned over the doorframe to make sure you were gone before fist bumping the air and closing the door.

Definitely the top of his best date list.

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A/N: This one spawned out of a conversation I was having with a friend about how Chloe beyond a shadow of a doubt is the type of person to cry at commercials. Then I saw this ad , Chloe made an offhand comment after it was over and that grew into this very quickly.

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One Last Perfect Christmas

There were many things that had become Established Bella Facts™. The only thing more terrifying than being on the receiving end of an Aubrey Posen freak out was actually hearing what Lily said. Emily “not swearing” is one of the most entertainingly adorable things ever. Even the most random thing you can imagine Amy has probably already done it. The rest of the girls fully expect Jessica and Ashley to be the next Bellas to get married after Cynthia Rose, to each other(despite the fact they still haven't admitted they are dating yet). If Stacie hasn't flirted with you yet it's only because she hasn't met you yet. Talking to Beca before her morning coffee is justifiable grounds for homicide. And Chloe Beale is an amazing baker. To name a few.

That last one is exactly how Beca found herself camped out on the couch marathoning Hallmark Christmas movies. In addition to being an incredible baker, Chloe was also a master at blackmail. Certain things she would only bake at certain times of year, and her Christmas cookies were easily the most anticipated of the entire year.

The redhead had learned very early on that a specific brunette said she didn't enjoy various activities, but after a bit of a nudge she had fun in spite of herself. Chloe had also quickly figured out that baked goods worked on Bcea as well if not better than a Beale Pout. Especially if that activity was one that Beca had been publicly vocal about hating.

Chloe had put extra effort in this year. As it was their last Christmas together at Barden she had asked her mom to scan and email Grandma Beale's entire cookie cookbook. And she spent an entire weekend figuring out just which cookies to make for Beca this year. Chloe wanted to have one (hopefully not) last perfect holiday moment with Beca.

Unbeknownst to the redhead Beca had figured out her game years ago. She got a bit extra grumbly about doing things she knew Chloe was going to suggest days in advance because she knew Chloe would put in that much more effort to make it special just for her. It was something she really never had beyond her mom, after the divorce. It was nice feeling like she mattered to somebody, even if...well never mind. She was determined to enjoy this one last perfect Christmas with Chloe no matter what.

So Beca had been sitting on the couch, a plate of eggnog frosted sugar cookies on the coffee table in front of her, a giggly and occasional tearful redhead curled into her side, for the last 7 hours. Each movie she sat through was more predictable than the last. But she didn't mind because watching Chloe get excited during each near miss romantic moment only to burst into happy tears when they finally get together in the last 5 minutes always made Beca warm and fuzzy in a way she had never expected to feel.

The movie had gone to a commercial break just before the last major misunderstanding that could drive the couple apart for good (or 15 minutes until they find out they were being dumbasses). Beca used the chance to grab another cookie and chomp into it.

“Oh my god Chloe.” Beca moaned and closed her eyes. She missed Chloe blushing at the sounds she was making. “These are so good. Like you could do this for a living after graduation.”

“You're just saying that so I'll make you more cookies.” Chloe giggled.

“I plead the 5th.” Beca said in the most serious voice she could muster through a mouthful of cookie.

“Well flattery will get you everywhere, my dear.” Chloe winked.

Beca grabbed another cookie then settled back onto the couch. She zoned out as the commercials ran until Chloe lunged for the tissue box on the coffee table. After three and a half years around the redhead Beca knew the signs. Chloe was about to end up a blubbering mess because of some emotionally manipulative commercial that never had anything to do with what they were actually trying to sell. Beca tried not to comment because, much like the movies, watching Chloe get caught up in those moments tugged at Beca's heart. The redhead still teared up, resulting in a hug from Beca every single time, at the song that was used in that gum wrapper artwork ad from more than a year ago. But she still rolled her eyes.

This one started with a tree that had been struck by lightning or something and somebody's parents having carved their initials in it. As she expected Beca heard Chloe's breath catch and then she started sniffling, when the parents picked up a framed picture of themselves revealing their initials in the new dinning room table that had been made out of the tree. Beca had to admit it was a cute moment she hadn't seen coming. She put her arm around the redhead and pulled her close again. Chloe sighed happily as she wiped away a few tears and she rested her head on Beca's shoulder and cuddled up to her once more.

“Do you think our kids will ever be that sweet and thoughtful?” Chloe said absently, her choice of words getting lost as her mind reluctantly pictured Beca with some random guy years down the road. Or even her getting back together with Jesse. Despite the fact she knew she would never stop loving the tiny brunette that had her arms wrapped around her, Chloe had virtually given up hope that there was any chance they would ever be together someday. Even if it wasn't with her, Chloe still wanted Beca to be happy and loved by a family she deserved.

“I dunno. Hadn't given it much thought.” Beca shrugged, causing Chloe's head to bounce and the redhead giggled at the movement. Beca's heart skipped a beat at the sound and she didn't stop to consider the words that were coming out of her mouth. “But yeah, I don't see how they wouldn't be. I mean with your sweet, sappy, romantic heart and my creativity they'd probably have no choice in the matter.”

Beca heard Chloe gasp as she jolted upright.

"Shit! Chlo, I didn't mean-" Beca was cut off as she turned by lips crashing into hers. She didn't have time to think about it before she reacted and kissed back. She felt fingers tangle in her hair. Her own hands found Chloe's waist and she pulled the redhead closer.

Beca felt Chloe's tongue flick across her lips and she opened her mouth. They both moaned into each other at the contact. Beca continued to pull Chloe towards her until their bodies were flush against each other. When they finally pulled apart, foreheads resting against each other, panting for air Beca stared at her best friend without realizing she had pulled the redhead into straddling her lap.

"What was that?" Beca gasped.

"Something I've wanted to do for a very long time." Chloe smiled and bit her bottom lip. "Did you mean it?"

"What?" Beca blinked.

"Have you really thought about what our kids would be like silly?" Chloe booped Beca's nose.

"Not on purpose." Beca said sheepishly.

"And what does that mean?" Chloe smirked.

"It means I never even thought about the possibility that I could be attracted to girls before I met you. And when I finally started sorting that whole thing out I realized that there was no way in hell somebody like you could ever be into somebody like me. So I resigned myself to having a crush on my touchy feely, flirts with everyone almost as much as Stacie does, straight best friend until it went away." Beca was talking to her lap by the end.

"And when did you decide all of this?" Chloe raised an eyebrow as she pulled Beca back up to look at her.

"Freshman year." Beca mumbled.

"And you dated Jesse..." Chloe trailed off as she felt tears starting well up.

"Because I thought maybe it would help me take my mind off the fact I was falling in love with my best friend and there was no possible way she could ever see me like that." Beca sighed. “That's why it fell apart in just a few months. I never loved him like that.”

Chloe tried as hard as she could not to laugh because she knew Beca would take it the wrong way after such a person admission. But as soon as the first snicker escaped she failed. Despite the happy tears that had started rolling down her face she couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"What the hell is so funny?" Beca grumbled.

"You just described almost exactly what I have been thinking about you for the last 4 years." Chloe giggled as she wiped away the tears.

"So you're saying..." Beca left the statement hanging and a small hopeful smile started to spread across her lips as she reached up and caught one last stray tear on Chloe's cheek.

"Yes. I love you too."