A huge thank you to the brooklyn 99 cast for everything I will certainly miss the show as it was one of the best things ever . It was funny and had representation and was just the best 99 forever !
Season 1, Episode 21: Unsolvable. Jake lies to Terry saying his favorite artist is Jay-Z when it's actually Taylor Swift.
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Season 3, Episode 19: Terry Kitties. Jake quotes Taylor's 1989 bop "Shake it off".
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Season 4, Episode 2: Carol Palms - Part 2. Jake tells Captain Holt about a story that he was detained by Taylor's security team, but he claims that was a misunderstanding.
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Season 4, Episode 7: Mr. Santiago. Jake is trying to impress Amy's father but he discovers about the Taylor Swift's incident.
Author’s Note: And the Christmas Classics keep rolling in. Although this is definitely more on the ‘Winter’ theme.
It’s also reversed from the version that we all know and love 😘😉
But I’m not averse from giving you two versions of it!
Reversed
Brett Eldredge & Meghan Trainor
💜 @mandy23b @mfolcore 💙
Disclaimer: Australia characters not mine / lyrics not mine / The usual!
Premise: It’s a cold snap in your area, the coldest winter ever recorded - and you think that the last thing Emmett should do is return home. Far from it! He’ll be much safer inside with you, but how to persuade him...?
Words: 1486
Warnings: Drinking
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I really can't stay (Baby it's cold outside)
I gotta go away (Baby it's cold outside)
This evening has been (Been hoping that you'd drop in)
So very nice (I'll hold your hands they're just like ice)
So really I'd better scurry (Beautiful please don't hurry)
Well maybe just a half a drink more (Put some records on while I pour)
The neighbors might think (Baby it's bad out there)
Say what's in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how (Your eyes are like starlight now)
To break this spell (I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell)
I ought to say no, no, no sir (Mind if move in closer?)
At least I'm gonna say that I tried (What's the sense of hurtin' my pride?)
I really can't stay (Baby don't hold out)
Baby it's cold outside
I simply must go (Baby it's cold outside)
The answer is no, no, no (But baby it's cold outside)
The welcome has been (How lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm (Look out the window at that storm)
You've really been grand, (I feel when I touch your hand)
But don't you see? (How can you do this thing to me?)
There's bound to be talk tomorrow (Think of my life long sorrow!)
At least there will be plenty implied (If you caught pneumonia and died!)
I really can't stay (Get over that old out)
Baby it's cold outside
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Emmett Dutton had been trying to get you to desist for goodness knows how long, and he thought this time you might actually let him make it to the door;
“Y/N! It’s not like it’s snowing!”
“Yes, but look at it!! It’s bitter-!”
“I have to get back-!”
“You don’t have to do anything-! Stay-!”
He sighed gently, “Y/N! I should go...”
This little persuasion of yours had been going on for about an hour - and so far had worked like a charm. Because if there was one thing you knew, it was this: Captain Emmett Dutton couldn’t resist you. Proper though he may have been, which is exactly why he wanted to leave now, there was something about you that made bending that strong will of his worth it. On occasion.
Clearly he didn’t think the coldest temperatures on record in your area were a valid reason to stay with you and not head back to barracks. You thought that was stupid - what if something happened to him in the cold and dark-!? And anything could; who would know!? Who would be around?!
In your opinion, it was much safer for him here. And that wasn’t just a tease, or you being selfish with his time, it was a genuine fear. God forbid you let him go and never see him again.
“I have a coat and jacket, I’ll be fine!”
You pinned yourself to the door in front of him, and he hesitated with shrugging it on; “Y/N...”
“One more drink...”
“I’ve already had one more one more drink. I think that I should-”
Emmett stopped short, looking into your big round innocent eyes, and sighed. Hanging it back up; “Fine... one more drink...”
Truth is he didn’t want to leave you alone on a cold dark night either. But he knew the correct thing to do was depart; he didn’t want more people talking than necessary. And Emmett knew your little town.
They may not be as bad as Darwin, but they were still bad. And they would certainly talk back at base if he didn’t check back in tonight.
He had the advantage of rank to stop the chatter though, you did not.
“Put a record on, darling...” You kissed his cheek gently, and swept through into the kitchen. He sighed gently, eyes following you.
“Any preference?”
“No - Baby – Captain’s choice.”
He chuckled at that and drew his finger carefully along your collection, muttering titles until he found one you would both enjoy.
“Good choice!” Your approval was called from where you were standing as you waltzed back over to him, glasses in hand. The dress you were wearing moved gracefully with you, and he couldn’t help beaming. You always dressed up for him, even though you didn’t need to. He knew you would look perfect in anything... but he sure appreciated it when you did.
Emmett took one from you, with a smile of appreciation.
“Thank you...”
“You’re very welcome...” You glanced back at the window, “Emmett... you can’t really want to go out when it’s so cold?”
He shook his head, watching you, were you really about to do this all night?; “It’s not that far-!”
“By truck or car maybe! But you’ll be walking! That’s so dangerous! Anything could happen.”
He laughed “Let me clarify that this will be for my safety, rather than you just wanting me to stay.”
You couldn’t keep your face straight; “Of course!”
“Y/N... I’m serious this time. When I finish this drink, I must go.”
“Is my company so bad?”
Emmett looked hurt that you would pretend to be hurt; “No. I adore your company darling, and you know that... but this is not proper of either of us.”
You sighed “What if you get lost?”
He almost choked on his sip that you would entertain that; “I know my way back!”
“In the dark-!? Alone-!?”
“Do you have such little faith!?”
“No I must simply try everything—!” He allowed you to wind your arms around him, “What about frostbite-!? Hypothermia-!?”
“Y/N... Darling... I don’t think it’s quite cold enough for anything that bad to set in...”
“I’d still feel terrible if you got sick!”
“It shouldn’t be too bad.”
“Oh no... Emmett...” You shook your head, as he wound an arm gently around you also; “You simply must stay, I will not allow you out in such weather!”
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But he stayed through another two or three drinks, and by then it was (very) early morning. And Emmett decided to sip them slow if for no other reason than making sure he wasn’t too tipsy when he would need to walk home.
God forbid any of your fears be realised.
But then he was once again taking you gently but firmly by the shoulders and telling you he had to go;
“Your neighbours will talk!”
“Yes, and when have you been averse to talk!?”
“What would your family say!? Y/N... My dearest, I will not allow your reputation to be tarnished by my staying with you...”
“I don’t care!” You protested, taking his hands in yours again
“Well I do. And that should matter just as much.”
“It does... Emmett, but... I care just as much about your wellbeing...”
“I know...” the Captain hushed you with a soft trail of kisses; your forehead, your nose, your lips. “...But I really must get on. I will be in just as much trouble - and that’s no good for either of us...”
You sighed gently, knowing exactly what that meant – probably that he wouldn’t be allowed out to see you again for a little while; “You think they would make the exception! And surly as a Captain.”
“You do not think I’ve thought of every plausible scenario? My darling, it simply will not work...”
He removed his hands from yours, but you tipped your head getting ideas of your own. That means somewhere in his head he’d considered it - and Emmett had already stayed this long that you felt there would be no one around to even know he hadn’t left.
Save, possibly having to sneak out in the morning... but then you weren’t sure you wanted that for him either. But you wanted your Captain to stay, you were too lonely without him as it was. What was one night? He was the absolute shining example of good behaviour; you didn’t see how this could even be a black mark for him.
But he was a good man. A gentleman. And he wouldn’t want it to be a threat as much as you didn’t want him to have them.
And Emmett had made up his mind about how this was also good for you, so, it was now completely out of the question.
“Darling. I love you... I do... truly...” He kissed you again, hoping that perhaps he could kiss away the disappointment on your face; “but I must be off... and you must try to get some rest too...” he headed back to the front door. You very slowly in tow, trying and failing to show some mercy on him for needing to leave. Whilst also desperately clinging to the hope that something could make him stay.
Jacket on and smoothing his hair back to also replace his officers’ hat - he still took his sweet time. Emmett was fighting with himself enough for you to realise that both halves of him were fighting for you. And then it clicked.
He reached for the door, and you took a few steps forward, the voice you used perhaps a little louder than you anticipated in the urgency to spill the idea from your lips;
“Well if you won’t stay for any of those reasons... stay for me!”
He stopped and turned back to you. That was your very last-ditch effort. Standing there looking more than just a little upset. Eyes pleading with him.
Emmett turned around, and your heart sank for just a minute, you thought he would say ’No’, try to explain himself again, and leave before he could think on it any longer. But something else happened. Instead he relaxed his hands, bowing his head to the door as if asking it to forgive him and exhaled, pulling his jacket back down his arms.
He twisted slowly back to you - replacing his things on the coat stand, his eyes didn’t quite find yours at first, a little guilty. Then he gave a shrug, and a tender smile - raising his eyes back to you;
“Well... They can’t tell me I didn’t try...”
You laughed - and if tears did indeed spill they were of joy - and you surged forward, sprinting the short corridor to run into his arms. You caught Emmett in a tight embrace.
Good. At least you could make sure he was safe and warm here...
